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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=582628" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What is left unsaid</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shuffles towards me, this obscure stranger<br>Again, the shock of his bearing surprises me<br>I see him through the lengthened glass of memory –<br>the sinewy arms that balanced<br>a wobbling girl on her new blue bicycle, <br>the feet that trod sturdily over mountainsides<br>with hampers and children and dogs. <br>His cobalt eyes brighten, his beaming smile assures<br>we are not yet robbed of recognition, my name<br>still sounds from his lips, he who names people<br>but fewer and fewer things<br>His priorities always were fine ones.<br>Like broken telegraphic code, we communicate<br>in half sentences, his utterances<br>A tangled ball of words, so knotted and twisted<br>it cannot be undone<br>As I guess at his meanings, his face held so close, <br>I can feel the spittle and sour-sweet odour of winter, that<br>which frightens his grandchildren, without offence.<br>I fill in the blanks in the air, writing what is left unsaid<br>with my own words, wondering, <br>what it is we really try to say.<br>My mother loved books. My father – oh my father-<br>Who acted and sang and told his old music hall jokes, word perfectly<br>with rollicking accent and narrative gesture<br>Who shared from the pages of his mind his treasure store of tales, <br>of folklore and battles, his loves and his travels.<br>He sits in a comfy chair, I hold his hand <br>and tell him my stories as his eyes close.<br>“See you again soon, Dad. I love you.” The eyelids flicker<br>but he cannot remember the words.<br>I must fill in the blanks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">					</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Josephine+Collett">Josephine Collett</a><div class=q>
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Again, the shock of his bearing surprises me
I see him through the lengthened glass of memory –
the sinewy arms that balanced
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the feet that trod sturdily ove..."></div>
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