When I was Three- you were there for me (poem) by Tuchy (Carl) Palmieri on AuthorsDen

When I was Three- you were there for me
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A poem of my life each decade with the lord

When I was three When I was three I knew you loved me When I was three you were my hero When I was three you protected me When I was three you played with me When I was five times three I challenged thee When I was five times three I made trouble for thee When I was twenty three you praised me When I was twenty three my own came to me When I was thirty three I had given you three When I was thirty three I was very happy for me When I was forty three I Left you When I was forty three my wife left me When I was fifty three I came close to thee When I was fifty three my grandson came to me When I was fifty three a new love came to me When I was sixty three I began to prepare for He When I was sixty three I truly began to see Only He knows if seventy three is in store for me And eighty three ninety three or even one hundred and three may be good for me only god knows .Tuchy Palmieri 2008

Reviewed by Bradley Bodeker

Reviewed on January 8, 2010

a wonderful dedication. it's amazing how faith is easier to grasp as a child.

Reviewed by David Clure

Reviewed on July 29, 2008

I relished this poem like a superbly cooked meal, Tushy.
Liked the way you took me on a tour of your life and relationship with the Lord. I could identify with a lot you wrote in this poem and so your words touched me in a personal way. Keep up the fine writing!

-Zach ; )

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on May 31, 2008

A very interesting and unique way of reviewing your life. At first I wrote the previous sentence, then I looked back and realized it was your life as seen in your relationship with the Lord. That made it more understandable. I love the childlike awareness of God in "You played with me." Nice work, and I'm glad you and He got together again!

Connie

Reviewed by Linda Hill

Reviewed on May 24, 2008

Carl,
The older we get the faster time moves on. Let's keep marching for the Lord, whatever time is left for us. Excellent reminder that God is with us always.

Blessings,
~Linda

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on May 23, 2008

When God calls us home and our lease on life has been spent the second gift of spending eternity in God's home is where we will meet again, very spiritually said...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Barbara Smith

Tuchy, the years go by so fast it's hard to realize a month has passed & in a flash it's a year. As we get older time appears to go so quickly. I liked the way you describe "time." Enjoyed!

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

At eighty-three I know that He wasn't yet ready to call my name, then again...ninety-three? one-hundred-thre? or...

Georg

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Such an engaging poem. I love the way you wrote this.
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Reviewed by Lois Christensen

Oh how the years roll around and come and go so quickly. I too look forward to being 10 years older and wonder how I'll be? I am not afraid of old age, but don't like it either. Too many aches and pains. Must bear with it though and only will be here til my good lord takes me home.