timothy-clarkeWhisper

53 / M / American

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My Father is With MeOn this first ever Day when I had no card to send, / My own children graced me with their tributes and breakfast. / The joy that they bring me comes with a sense of joy I must have brought him.

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Jun 17, 2012

Tell Me About Your Dreams“Tell me about your dreams” / These words are comonly spoken / As the miles fly under the wheels of our family van.

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Feb 12, 2012

Far Away Miss (Limerick)There once was a far away Miss, / Who wished she could give her man bliss. / She knew what to do,

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Nov 21, 2011

His Last ProjectMy Father passed away this Fall, finally overwhelmed by the Pulmonary Fibrosis that had slowly taken away his air and his vitality over the past 5 years. Right before he died, I had the honor of being the assistant engineer on my Dad’s last project. In his last month, my Dad had became focused on his “router project”. Dad had sent Mom to the store to find a very specific and necessary screw. They had spend hours bolting and unbolting the router from underneath the saw table. With the help of mom, Dad had spend much of his precious last breaths of energy shaping pieces of aluminum and drilling and tapping holes in order to accomplish... “something”. / Mom was getting a little frustrated by the whole thing. She was indulging his efforts, but she didn't understand what he was trying to accomplish. After I had been working with him for a few hours she asked me if I could tell what his objective was because she couldn't understand why he was spending so much energy and effort on a router. I explained it this way, "Mom, he is just tying up loose ends while he can. He doesn't want the router to fall when the next guy uses it. He is making a safety device. It is important to him... I'll help him figure it out" / Truth is, I had already figured one thing out, Dad's design had a serious flaw. He has made some serious miscalculations about the direction which gravity acts. His "safety catch" would only prevent the router from floating up to the ceiling. He knew it didn’t work but he was not able to understand why. His very sharp mind was being worn dull by lack of oxygen... I broke the news to him as gently as men do “Well, Dad, your idea won’t work. Not ever going to work. I am pretty sure we have to abandon it, unless gravity is going to start pulling things up to the ceiling some time soon.” and then I cut him a little slack... “But I think the general idea is a good one... let me see if I can think of a way to modify it”

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Oct 28, 2011

With You in Sleep (Sonnet)She lays down in her down / Pulling covers to cover / My arms wrap like a gown

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Jun 14, 2011

The Daughter I Never HadShe’s the daughter I never had, / All grown now, I am not her Dad. / All her childhood, I did not see

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Mar 25, 2011

Awethome ApothemThere once was a nice small apothem, / Hidden below a beautiful blothem. / The equation would satisfy,

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Mar 24, 2011

Bermuda TriangleHe needs not a compass, newfangle / Gets so lost he needs an untangle / When he sails on her seas

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Jan 1, 2011

The Stone and the TurtleAfter careful contemplation, the Zen Master knew the best placement for the last stone in his rock garden. / After lifting the heavy stone and walking to the point he noticed / a small turtle standing on the exact spot.

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Dec 30, 2010

Youth-anizedI know my 14 year old boy is not yet fully a man, / But movie theaters and theme parks consider him an adult. / And he is fine with that.

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Dec 30, 2010

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