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The father is from another land.
His eyes are dark and deep-set.
Rough, tired hands
rest in an empty lap.
He sits and listens
saying nothing.
His child--also from that eternity--
is my student.
After formal talk
the father says in a soft, gentle voice:
Thank you, thank you very much.
God bless you.
Warmth and calm
flood over me.
I sit and listen
saying nothing.
© by David M. Tookey.
Used here with the author's permission.
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David M. Tookey is a retired elementary school teacher who lives in Washington state. He's grateful for time spent with family and enjoys reading, writing, baking, walking, hiking, and cycling. David believes the most reliable way to find inspiration for poems is to always
pay attention to things, especially the little things.
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Lori Levy:
Simply and beautifully expressed.
Posted 12/18/2018 07:38 PM
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michael escoubas:
Wonderful way to sum up something so commonplace but made uncommonly special within the world of this little gem.
Posted 12/18/2018 11:12 AM
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joecot:
This poem warms me on a cold morning. Thank you, thank you very much.
Posted 12/18/2018 10:20 AM
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njc:
A true sign of respect....to sit and listen. Thank you for this reminder.
Posted 12/18/2018 09:02 AM
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cork:
Appreciation has high value.
Posted 12/18/2018 08:29 AM
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wordartdjc:
Just plain beautiful!
Posted 12/18/2018 07:03 AM
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