I grew up with my mom and she grew up with me.
She was only fifteen when she met my dad to be.
He was handsome, tall, thin, with black hair.
She, with her raven hair beauty, they made a wonderful pair.
He joined the navy to fight for our country true.
Mother watched as he left to go she was very blue.
Her tears fell upon my blond head, as mine fell too.
We waited and watched for him to return.
But, all that we got was a letter, his ship had sunk and burned.
Author notes
opt 2 "friends don't last forever but family does" This statement is closer to the truth than anyone will ever know. Such a wise comment!
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- mom & dad... by bubbletoes.
425 points, ended September 3, 2007, 10 entries
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wow a sad write..this is a wonderful piece. the experience of death is horrifying, & you certainly showed it well. I'm sorry about your father.
all to that, great write, thank you for following the rules, & best of luck. the rhyming is very good in the piece! also the flow was great.
have a nice day
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oh this is so touching....My sympathies are with you...
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