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my favourite phrase in french--
Je T'aime Pluse Qu'hier mais moins que demain
it means:
I love you more than yesterday
but not as much as tomorrow

Personal Quote: ...Though the looking glass of time...we have many glimpes into the souls of many...
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Thu Oct 23, 2014, 4:46 PM by caddman:iconcaddman:

 

 ...am back

The last few days have been very surreal

Last week SIs and I ran all over town

To dot all the i's and cross all the T's

For pops funeral this past Saturday.

All went well as the sun was out and a clear day

Many cousins and family friends came

that I have not seen for many years

It was a sad day and a happy day also

 

Pop had a military funnel with two color guards

A Scottish bag piper playing in the back ground

A full bird army chapelyn said the last words

A hand full of dirt I said Farwell to pop for last time

 

I want share this poem that I penned on Wednesdays 10-15

Which was my Mums birthday...my Sister, niece and me?

Looking over the tombstone as to where Pops was to rest.

 

This covers the crazy week before the funeral
 

Missing keys

Where about unknown

In through the open window

To open up the front door

 

Dust and dirt

Are all about

Old mail from light years past

Find a green bag

And fill to toss away

Truck in the drive

Missing keys once again

Speed dials triple A

At last the white sled runs

 

But wait -- there’s is more

Missing keys

Strike again

Camper shell remains locked

 

All the rooms I the house

Become a war zone

Soon more people show up

To the dance within

Many hands filling countless bags

For the garbage man to toss

 

The days become a blur

Until the day of days

Are here at last

 

Soon a few ticks from noon

Poppa will be laid to rest

 

The family circles around

With the sounds of bagpipe

Flow in the wind

 

With a hand full of dirt

I toss below so I can let go

But Poppa you will be always

Be with me forever

I shall never forget

 

 

 



  • Listening to: heavy metal from my ipod
  • Reading: my words
  • Watching: myself
  • Playing: around
  • Eating: nothing but sound
  • Drinking: your tears

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dunklerJazz Featured By Owner 4 days ago   Photographer
Thanks,
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NikiAndo Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Professional Artist
Thank you for faving to KATAKU 2!
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philippeL Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the fav, Skot!
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Sorry, I've been on your page already. 
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caddman Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Professional General Artist
...not a problem...:)
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