<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413826" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Family tradition.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel a hand touching my hair but when I look there’s no one there.<br>And then I settle down to rest again I felt my hair caressed.<br>I’ve no idea what it might be. It seems to mean no harm to me.<br>I’m wide awake I m not dreaming. The gentle moonlight softly beaming<br>through the window of my room, firmly dispels the twilight gloom Although there’s nothing I can see, some thing is caressing me.<br>It feels somehow familiar and I recall my Grandmama<br>Who used to sit beside my bed and very gently stroke my head.<br>when I was just a little lad. A memory both sweet and sad.<br>I have returned to my old home back to my roots no more to roam.<br>Perhaps her spirit lingers here and that is why I feel no fear.<br>I felt this old house calling me insistently and constantly.<br>Which finally decided me that this where I ought to be.<br>It has been in my family for two and one half centuries.<br>I think that very probably my eldest son will follow me.<br>Just as I followed my own Dad. If he did not it would be sad.<br>We are an ancient family part of the local history.<br>They say there is a prophecy and I believe there may well be.<br>Which says we must come home to die. That it is true I can’t deny.<br>Nor can I guarantee its true I leave that question up to you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Monday,17 May 2010<br>http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413826" data-title="Family tradition. de Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg" data-description="I feel a hand touching my hair but when I look there’s no one there. And then I settle down to rest again I felt my hair caressed. I’ve no idea what it might be. It seems to mean no harm to me. I’m wide awake I m not dreaming. The gentle moo..."></div> </div> </div>

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