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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Fruit (10/10/05)

TITLE: Seed
By Michael Pagano
10/15/05


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I remember my father looking at me
The failure in his face
He did not want me to see
The memory of his visage, so drawn and sullen
His voice weak and cracking
Life, all but sunken
He glared through my eyes to attempt to see
What the future would bring and how I would be
Did he say the right words
At times when it mattered?
Would I remember these things
Or walk through life battered?
Did he place enough inside me
That I could raise the fruit
That he would never see
Now that he is gone
Memories do fade
Images, not in the light of mind
But hiding in the shade
Can I walk through this life
Without guidance from another?
Do I have enough instilled in me
To be greater than my father?
A mate has been given
To replace what was stolen
Someone made for me
A beauty has been chosen
The knowledge has been shared
Closed eyes have been opened
The cross has been taken
The struggle has begun
To live a life with God
A Father with his son


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Linda Watson Owen10/19/05
'He glared through my eyes to attempt to see
What the future would bring and how I would be' I remember my mother near the time of her death, looking at me in such a way. Thank you for this poem.
Alexandra Wilkin10/20/05
The tender and honest expressions of a child losing a parent are beautifuly expressed; poetry is such a personel art and this is clearly deeply personel - and beautiful because of it, so I hesitate to suggest that perhaps re-structuring it slightly into 2 or perhaps 3 stanza's would allow it to flow better. Never the less, this is very moving. God bless.