Words from my father
by Bob Hicks
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
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Words from my father.... I mean my pastor... no, no... it may have been.... i cant remember anymore. i only remember the words.
Take. Eat. All that I give to you.
Eat- you silly twit.
It's good for you.
Drink, and be nourished.
Look... I drink it, and see how fine I am.
I take it in and it makes me good and fine.
I never spit it out.
Now, don't you see how unattractive you are,
vomiting like that?
Choke it down, love.
And smile. Someone might be looking.
Here... watch me... then try it again.
I'm eating. Everything.
Swallow fast and I can't even taste it.
And I don't puke it up, either.
There, it's down. And I'm smiling.
Now, you try again. OH.... I'm so proud of you.
But you haven't eaten it all.
Yes, even that. Oh...
OH! I love you so.
Now smile. There... hold it.
Well, that will do. At least you're not frowning so.
Now let's work on your posture.
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|Reviewed by Peter Adotey Addo
|You don't have to remember who .. This is a good advice for living...And makes you think ...Nice poem .. Thank you|
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|Love the depth.
"Look... I drink it, and see how fine I am."
That line speaks volumes! Very nice write.
|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
|Me thinks there's much more here than just these words. Still, connection was made. Thanks for the smile.|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|A thught-provoking piece!
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)