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    New Story

    The old man is dying
    Pre-paid funeral on a pre-paid life
    Now Iím sifting through a shoebox of photos
    Marked Just Do It.
    The resentments are like moths now
    They used to race around the track
    And there I was, a child,
    Staring at Bagpuss and Wombles
    Expecting to be seen, to be heard
    To be loved like I deserved it.
    I have sideburns that have
    Never healed
    Like when I got snapped up at the beach
    by a Kodak shark.
    Today I Ďmanageí the trauma in my guts
    The adult me, teenage me, child me
    I hang onto the turmoil of smells.
    Double Diamond, Embassy No. 26, Brut 33
    Dadís whiskers against my cheek and large rough hands
    The shoebox is becoming a memento of things
    to be grateful for
    The old man has gone
    Once, he told me I was pretty
    Another time he said I was ****ty.
    When he left Mum I thought I was nothing but
    roadkill on an outback road
    Perhaps I was just collateral damage
    Hereís Dad holding my hand at the fair.
    smiling, rocking my baby
    Look at me safe in his arms loving him
    with all my heart.
    Often Bagpuss and Wombles
    Save me from
    my chinks, my flaws, all the closed doors.
    Surrendering to love,
    My willingness to write a new
    Story as dappled light shines upon me
    Begins
    Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb

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    Long time no see! Good to see that you're posting again.

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    It’s hard to tell your personal story when only you lived it x

    For those who believe,
    no explanation is necessary.
    For those who do not,
    none will suffice.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Jerrybaldy View Post
    It’s hard to tell your personal story when only you lived it x
    That's true.
    Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb

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    There was no embassy 26. There was a number 10 and a number 6. But that doesn’t matter. Although unique to you it’s accessible to me and others and relatable and appreciated by all who read you.

    For those who believe,
    no explanation is necessary.
    For those who do not,
    none will suffice.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Delta40 View Post
    The old man is dying
    Pre-paid funeral on a pre-paid life
    Now I’m sifting through a shoebox of photos
    Marked Just Do It.
    The resentments are like moths now
    They used to race around the track
    And there I was, a child,
    Staring at Bagpuss and Wombles
    Expecting to be seen, to be heard
    To be loved like I deserved it.
    I have sideburns that have
    Never healed
    Like when I got snapped up at the beach
    by a Kodak shark.
    Today I ‘manage’ the trauma in my guts
    The adult me, teenage me, child me
    I hang onto the turmoil of smells.
    Double Diamond, Embassy No. 26, Brut 33
    Dad’s whiskers against my cheek and large rough hands
    The shoebox is becoming a memento of things
    to be grateful for
    The old man has gone
    Once, he told me I was pretty
    Another time he said I was ****ty.
    When he left Mum I thought I was nothing but
    roadkill on an outback road
    Perhaps I was just collateral damage
    Here’s Dad holding my hand at the fair.
    smiling, rocking my baby
    Look at me safe in his arms loving him
    with all my heart.
    Often Bagpuss and Wombles
    Save me from
    my chinks, my flaws, all the closed doors.
    Surrendering to love,
    My willingness to write a new
    Story as dappled light shines upon me
    Begins
    Loved this poignant gem, Delta.
    Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
    ~Albert Einstein

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