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Traces Of The Father
There are traces of me In this young man’s face, Remembrances of a father From another time and place. Even though I was a man That he never knew, There are threads that bind us Weaving the old with the new. In his blue eyes So often I see, My own father Looking back at me.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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