When I was young, A wise man said to me, "How fair the flowers to the young, How fair the spring and summer, How fair the sweetness and the pain Of growing up." Yet I laughed and said to him, "Oh to be grown and wise and free, To know a life that's ours alone, None to dictate or scold or keep, None to rule over our heart's desires. How many summers passed since then! And now that I am grown and wise and free, I miss the sweetness of the chains that bound me, Only with love. Gloria Gay (Gloria Caballero)
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|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|Wonderful words to a man that deserves them, it must make him proud. Thank you .
|Reviewed by Ken Chartrand
|Hi! Friend, Gloria,
I loved your poem. My father and I were, unfortunately,not close . I was born out of wed-lock and he always thought that I was not his kid. Even though I was the oldest and first born, I don't remember ever feeling that the man loved me. Gradually over the years I have had to forgive him and I cried when he passed away. Nuff 'bout me... I wish you the best and continued success! Feel free to visit my site
at www.freewebs.com/kendoo or at 'meetheauthors' at Yahoo 360.
|Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
|A absolutely beautiful tribute!
|Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
|a great poem gloria|
|Reviewed by Jenni Kalicharan
|Ahh.. how very beautiful...he must be so proud of you..
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|Gorgeous and wise, Gloria, a wonderful tribute! :)|