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thanks
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how am I to respond..
when you tell me how proud you are of me now when you say you miss me that she is not like me.. how am I to respond .. when you tell me our grandson has my eyes when you miss the days when our babies were small when you want me to walk hand and hand down that road where our memories hide how am I to respond.. when you choke up on the phone with me when you tell me I am your best friend and that you realize only now how you did not appreciate me was I not the one standing by your side? how am I to respond.. when your words slide off the thickness of my skin when sound of your voice sounds hollow in my ears when I know in my heart that leaving you then has changed you now and this better man you claim to be is a direct result of your time with me |
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Edited by
TMommy
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Mon 08/10/15 03:54 PM
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on who it is I am allowed to be..
can I be smart? as long as I never outsmart you? witty but never outwit you? can I be loud, boisterous.. as long as my voice does not rise above the level you deem appropriate? can I walk by your side? or is it two steps behind? do I have my own voice or is it still but an echo of yours? am I allowed my own needs? only after yours are met? my own pride? as long as I do not step on yours? when is it I wonder.. that I will be allowed to be me for that is no longer defined by you |
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how am I to respond.. when you tell me how proud you are of me now when you say you miss me that she is not like me.. how am I to respond .. when you tell me our grandson has my eyes when you miss the days when our babies were small when you want me to walk hand and hand down that road where our memories hide how am I to respond.. when you choke up on the phone with me when you tell me I am your best friend and that you realize only now how you did not appreciate me was I not the one standing by your side? how am I to respond.. when your words slide off the thickness of my skin when sound of your voice sounds hollow in my ears when I know in my heart that leaving you then has changed you now and this better man you claim to be is a direct result of your time with me  Wow!:) Overwhelming..  |
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Brava! Very nice!!!
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how am I to respond.. when you tell me how proud you are of me now when you say you miss me that she is not like me.. how am I to respond .. when you tell me our grandson has my eyes when you miss the days when our babies were small when you want me to walk hand and hand down that road where our memories hide how am I to respond.. when you choke up on the phone with me when you tell me I am your best friend and that you realize only now how you did not appreciate me was I not the one standing by your side? how am I to respond.. when your words slide off the thickness of my skin when sound of your voice sounds hollow in my ears when I know in my heart that leaving you then has changed you now and this better man you claim to be is a direct result of your time with me Wow, really very good TMommy. Sad and very touching |
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hahaha well now not all poetry is 'happy' ya know
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hahaha well now not all poetry is 'happy' ya know My mistake, I was thikn'in about limericks 
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how am I to respond.. when you tell me how proud you are of me now when you say you miss me that she is not like me.. how am I to respond .. when you tell me our grandson has my eyes when you miss the days when our babies were small when you want me to walk hand and hand down that road where our memories hide how am I to respond.. when you choke up on the phone with me when you tell me I am your best friend and that you realize only now how you did not appreciate me was I not the one standing by your side? how am I to respond.. when your words slide off the thickness of my skin when sound of your voice sounds hollow in my ears when I know in my heart that leaving you then has changed you now and this better man you claim to be is a direct result of your time with me TMommy, simply great 
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on who it is I am allowed to be.. can I be smart? as long as I never outsmart you? witty but never outwit you? can I be loud, boisterous.. as long as my voice does not rise above the level you deem appropriate? can I walk by your side? or is it two steps behind? do I have my own voice or is it still but an echo of yours? am I allowed my own needs? only after yours are met? my own pride? as long as I do not step on yours? when is it I wonder.. that I will be allowed to be me for that is no longer defined by you And how well I know this perfect
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thank you
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how am I to respond.. when you tell me how proud you are of me now when you say you miss me that she is not like me.. how am I to respond .. when you tell me our grandson has my eyes when you miss the days when our babies were small when you want me to walk hand and hand down that road where our memories hide how am I to respond.. when you choke up on the phone with me when you tell me I am your best friend and that you realize only now how you did not appreciate me was I not the one standing by your side? how am I to respond.. when your words slide off the thickness of my skin when sound of your voice sounds hollow in my ears when I know in my heart that leaving you then has changed you now and this better man you claim to be is a direct result of your time with me  Tmommy, this was a very good read. And this great lady you claim to be is a direct result of your time. I'm proud of you. Thank you.
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thanks Lu
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in you i envy, fortitude.. in you i sense, solitude.. in you i like, interlude.. in you i feel, gratitude.. you are one of a kind Tmommy, someday..hopefully someday I will have that kind of maturity you have..all the best |
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thank you sweetheart..I am pretty sure it's called middle age
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Well... after reading your posts in 'Advice about guys for the ladies' I would like to add.. in you i see, ATTITUDE 
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haaahaaa...ya sometimes I find it amusing giving somebody a hard time but it's always done with humor
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how am I to respond.. when you tell me how proud you are of me now when you say you miss me that she is not like me.. how am I to respond .. when you tell me our grandson has my eyes when you miss the days when our babies were small when you want me to walk hand and hand down that road where our memories hide how am I to respond.. when you choke up on the phone with me when you tell me I am your best friend and that you realize only now how you did not appreciate me was I not the one standing by your side? how am I to respond.. when your words slide off the thickness of my skin when sound of your voice sounds hollow in my ears when I know in my heart that leaving you then has changed you now and this better man you claim to be is a direct result of your time with me on who it is I am allowed to be.. can I be smart? as long as I never outsmart you? witty but never outwit you? can I be loud, boisterous.. as long as my voice does not rise above the level you deem appropriate? can I walk by your side? or is it two steps behind? do I have my own voice or is it still but an echo of yours? am I allowed my own needs? only after yours are met? my own pride? as long as I do not step on yours? when is it I wonder.. that I will be allowed to be me for that is no longer defined by you I am not sure which one speaks to me the most. So Heartfelt, So much blatant Honesty... Wonderful words you gift is amazing...
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spent a lot of years building castles in the air
trying to find my once upon a time.. could not quite figure out where the glamour was in dirty dishes or the missing baby socks in the dryer.. all those illusions..delusions we hold so tightly to.. to help us sleep at night to give us the fortitude to get up do it one more day one more year comes with a hefty price tag my rose colored glasses kept slipping off my nose until one day I reached up and gently set them aside eyes wide open at times the sun is so bright the tears come but that is the price you pay for finally learning how to see |
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thank you
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