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 Sep 2021 Lore and Legend
Mateah
There’s a lot we don’t understand
Our worlds are shrouded in mystery
But wisdom is close at hand
When we give credence to our periphery
Dad, I know you would not want me to say..
but I miss you every single day.

You were my hero from an early age
my guardian, my teacher, my wisely sage.

You and Mum raised us all with such love.
Handling us all with kitten gloves.

Your knowledge and experiences you would freely impart.
You really were oh so smart.

There was nothing you wouldn't do
To keep your Family close to you.
An arm to hold us, stop us falling down.
An ear to listen when no one else was around.

You were strength
You were smart
You were fun
You were loyal
You were our rock

We won't forget you Dad, you'll never leave our hearts.

Love you **
It would have been my Dads birthday on Sunday, two days after my Daughters, four days after my Grandaughters.

He would have been 84.

My Dads been gone for two years now but I miss him every day.

Since last November ive written and self published three children's books and it is my only regret that my Dad didn't get to see this I know he would have been so proud.

I will be visiting a local place very dear to us on Sunday and raising a glass to my beloved Dad.

Thank you for listening **
 Oct 2019 Lore and Legend
Me
Open
 Oct 2019 Lore and Legend
Me
Patience,
darling,
don't always look at
tomorrow
with
yesterday's lenses-
cleanse
your view
and leave the window open
so that your head
can feel
the breeze...
~oO~
 Feb 2019 Lore and Legend
Mateah
Perfection is a goal
No man can truly claim
Growth is a goal
Any man can attain

Strive for perfection
And you'll be aggravated
Stride towards improvement
And you'll be appreciated
Just a little encouragement. No one's perfect, and it's useless to set a goal you can never reach. Try to improve and grow. Don't set your focus on perfection or you'll consistently let yourself down.
Grief is inspiration
pain the catalyst for art.
From loss of Love
Is Born creation;
poems songs
when torn apart.  

Tears become the colors
In the painting of my life, anguish is my partner.......
writing poetry my wife.
Written a long time ago
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