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Victor Tripp Jul 2014
He held the rich brown earth in the palm of a large hand
Fromwhich his crops grew and tasted the smoked ham country meat ,
Ate freely of the cornbread ,peach cobbler,sweet potato pie,turnip greens,
While laughing a laugh rich music. I thought him a glass that would
Never break or fall,a flower with no need of rain or soil. A daily tower of gentle strength. He embraced allof life's joys and pains like a man.
He went forth with gifts and sought to anoint the world with the same love
That anointed his family.Grandpa penny tried to make me look
beyond my foolish youth,so that I might understand the ways of wisdom.Now looking back over the long passing years
I realize that he opened my blinded eyes , offering me a chance
To see life face to face.And I closed my eyes and let time move this
Solitary man to another emotional place and cried,
Because I didn't want to deal with expectation and far away hope. But now the  way is brighter ,for  Grandpa Penny taught me that truth
Never lies and no lie lasts forever
Willow weep for me tells the struggle of one woman's journey out of realms of depression, despair, loneliness, betrayal, and heart break. I can relate to allof these I do not think that there is any medication, or therapy in this world that will endthis vicious cycle of depression. Little wonder Edgar Allen Poe and Ernest Hemingway took their own lives because what peace did they ever receive. I wish they would let this poetobtain sweet rest and peace in the everlasting arms of the Lord. The heartbreak, betrayal, mulitiple hospitalizations I have  had over the years and tiresome. I am quite ready to end my poet's journey.
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