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You’re like your Dad

She said

As I lay across the sofa

And I took it as a compliment

That I could grow into

A gentle giant,

Eyes still of wonder

at every new idea


That I could become like

the man who never

raised a hand and

never shied away from



The only man I ever

trusted, the only man

I ever loved


And I can see it too

The way we gesture when

we talk, the things we

say, our politics which I

stole from you.


They say that when they

put me in your arms at birth,

they knew I was your because

I had your frown


I am proud to be cut from the same cloth.

◄ Very Soon

My Liverpool ►


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Dave D Poet Rhumour

Mon 7th Sep 2009 01:34

I find that I'm also aligned with Grahams observations. And being a father myself I recall those baby frowns rather well....... :)

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 2nd Sep 2009 11:25

I enjoyed this, Lydia. After the flow of such positive thoughts I did bump rather harshly into 'frown', which I know is comparing a typical newborn expression. Frowning in a parent, for me, is a loaded negative.

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Dave Bradley

Wed 2nd Sep 2009 07:13

Hi Lydia.

I liked this. Graham's comment says it for me

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winston plowes

Wed 2nd Sep 2009 01:07

Liked this one Lydia, but probably on a different level to most. Families are complicated things. Win

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Graham Sherwood

Tue 1st Sep 2009 21:53

This is a lovely piece with real lightness of touch but immense warmth. Super last line. Well done.

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