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A Poem by icaros13
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My Father passed twelve years ago, but I saw him today.
I was having my morning coffee, reading poetry, and
there he was, smoking my pipe,
watching me from my reflection.

© 2012 icaros13


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awww, there are worst things in life than becoming our parents, especially if our parents rocked :) You are not getting older, you are getting better!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Always a shock to me when my mother looks out at me! You summed it up.

Posted 11 Years Ago


The ending is a deep thought. Thank you for amazing thoughts.

Posted 11 Years Ago


That's really good. Sometimes I see my dad in my face and it scares the crap out of me

Posted 11 Years Ago


I could feel this to my core.. Short but so powerful.. that is true talent..xo I often see my father in my reflection.. especially when having coffee and reading or writing..xo

Posted 11 Years Ago


tender moment... ( :

Posted 11 Years Ago


thats creepy

Posted 11 Years Ago


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. perhaps he wishes to bless you ... to share some precious moments with you ... to connect with you to let you know he loves you ... a beautiful poem ... so very loving ... sheer magic ...

Posted 11 Years Ago


icaros13

11 Years Ago

It happens sometimes...I will pass a mirror or window and catch a glimpse of him from the corner of .. read more
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11 Years Ago

. there's no scientific evidence to support this but i do believe that just as we're genetically.. read more
icaros13

11 Years Ago

I agree completely.

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