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#acrostic (secret). Son of mine, I don't have much wisdom to pass along. Everything I learned was from doing something wrong. Chased dreams that sometimes ended with tears but some made me strong.
As the elevator rose upward, the wind blew with adequate force. The young boy and his father within stood quietly, listening to the annoying musick that played on the intercom.
#bestofopuss/Toms My father never seemed to change Not even as I grew, With hair as white as buttermilk And eyes of cornflower blue.
#opussweeklychallenge There was a time, I used to look into my fathers eyes. He would hold my hand say " Bill, one day, you'll be the biggest actor of the age, in hundreds of films.
My high is courtesy of - Richie Rich's Salsa house Can't keep still Who needs to chill Music's in the house Making my walls bounce Me and Pops dancing away FTW.
Not my work, my friend wrote this for his Dad, who died on 13th November. I thought I would share it.
Taster of my Film Script. Chapter One. Part One. (Lightening and Thunder strike at a dark, battered & angry sea. Camera zooms in on a large area of sea from up above.
Dad When I was a small boy, I loved you dad As far back as the age of zero My blonde hair and blue eyes matched yours My father was my hero We went fishing and loved to hike As far back as I can...
#youngwritershousehold In my dads garage there is lots to see, Tools everywhere as sharp as can be. It's our little home for me and him. We enjoy it so much we start to sing.
Prompted by @wolfie 's The Point of Wasps and a horrible Creationism talk...
It's been a while, I cant remember now for how long you've been gone . But all the memories are still complete and never be forgotten.
Half way up the mountain. My excitement I can't contain. My legs feel the strain. But it will be worth the pain. On the ascent. Feeling 100 percent. The mountains cold accent.
Inspired by Pink Floyds "The Wall" (for those that don't know, the album is about a "rock star" who goes crazy, his youth was just after the 2nd world war and they vaguely mention his father killed...
I like to play. Games when I can. On the Xbox. With my little man. He'll choose all the games. That he wants to play. It doesn't matter. If it takes him all day. Will it be golf. Or maybe football.
A true story (mostly) and another part of me revealed, something that I will blog about when I feel the need. Still in my bed Opuss never far, it amazes me how #sixwords can stimulate my memory.
I love it when we have those days where no matter what I'd do, You'd be my best friend and keep me close till the day is through, And through the days I act as if sadness is all I know, Be patient,...
Have you ever had a moment Like Deja Vu I had one with you son When I held you It was something special I felt Love in my heart How else could I explain it. Where could I start.
I watched him as he glanced up, To look at Daddy's face, He walked a little faster To keep up with the pace.
This ones for my dad , realest guy i ever had. Wiped my tears when i was sad , diciplined me when i was bad.
We had a baby. Called him James. Ten fingers, toes. Two eyes, a nose. No hair like Dad. Now gone to dust. They shared a name. Me, them, us. I took his first. for secret second. Reminds me I'm.
A son and his father were walking on the mountains.
Two stops before he arrived.