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Young Family In The Sunshine

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Over by the river, a young family
painted by the sunshine
So comfortable in their skin
so happy
Little baby, beautiful mother
loving father
smiling

Pulling silly faces
the three of them 
laughing
He looks strong and clear minded
blessed 
by the truth of honest purpose

Life seems simple, warm
they wear their love 
like a tattoo
Working together
to overcome the daily challenges

They share a small beer
eat fruit from a paper bag
they look fit 
and pure
and peaceful

And for a moment 
I wish I could feel that way
I wish I could be that dad
for a day…
 

[2022]

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Flyntland

Fri 7th Oct 2022 20:10

Tom Thank you for your very kind respons - and for your very kind remarks.

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Flyntland

Thu 6th Oct 2022 15:52

This is a beautiful, whistful poem, it paints a scene that I too would love to be apart of, but it has left me feeling so sad. My family was once like that - a long time ago -and now it isn't - that bond did not last into adulthood..

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John Marks

Thu 6th Oct 2022 15:42

Tom, funnily, or not, the first thing I thought was things are not always as they seem Reminded me of Charles Causley's bewitching poem 'Eden Rock':

They are waiting for me somewhere beyond Eden Rock:
My father, twenty-five, in the same suit
Of Genuine Irish Tweed, his terrier Jack
Still two years old and trembling at his feet.
My mother, twenty-three, in a sprigged dress
Drawn at the waist, ribbon in her straw hat,
Has spread the stiff white cloth over the grass.
Her hair, the colour of wheat, takes on the light.
She pours tea from a Thermos, the milk straight
From an old H.P. sauce-bottle, a screw
Of paper for a cork; slowly sets out
The same three plates, the tin cups painted blue.
The sky whitens as if lit by three suns.
My mother shades her eyes and looks my way
Over the drifted stream. My father spins
A stone along the water. Leisurely,
They beckon to me from the other bank.
I hear them call, ‘See where the stream-path is!
Crossing is not as hard as you might think.’
I had not thought that it would be like this.

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Tom

Wed 20th Apr 2022 10:30

Thank you Stephen! Much appreciated and glad you think so. 😃

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 19th Apr 2022 17:20

A gem of a poem, Tom. It tugs at something in all of us.

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Tom

Tue 19th Apr 2022 16:07

Thank you Bethany, I'm so glad you thought so.

Thanks Brenda too. What a lovely way to have read this poem, I think that's beautiful.

And thanks to Blackrose, Stephen, Holden, Ursula, Clare, Russell and K Lynn for reading and for the likes. Very kind of you.

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Brenda Wells

Mon 18th Apr 2022 18:35

Beautiful, now that my children are grown, I sometimes think how lovely it would be to revisit the past and spend a day with them as little ones again.

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Mon 18th Apr 2022 15:16

very moving and enjoyable poem

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