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Remembering my father on his birthday.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Dad’s Birthday

By Robert T. Wood

Today is my Dad's birthday

If he were still alive he would be 93 but he died at 66

I thought he was old back then

But now that I am 68, it makes me sad that he died so young

Tonight is also the first night this year

That I saw fireflies in the creek behind our house

So I stood on our back deck and watched them for a while

Like birthday candles flickering about

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Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on July 19, 2015

This touched me, my Father died too young too.. lovely work.

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on July 10, 2015

enjoyed the read, well done

Reviewed by Diana Wiles

Reviewed on July 9, 2015

I loved this!
...my dad was only 64 when he died...it was my birthday yesterday...but a lady never reveals her age...:-)
One of my very favourite pieces of prose is by John Ruskin talking about the fireflies in Italy at the Fonte Branda..Fireflies cast a magical spell...like the ones inyour description did....

..'how they shone! Moving like fine-broken starlight through the purple leaves..How they shone....' John Ruskin...

Your poem is definitely one for my library...thank you....
Diana....

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on July 9, 2015

What a great finishing stanza! I remember my dad as a very old man. Today I am 10 years older than he was when he died. I would go out and watch some fireflies if we had any. I guess I'll just recall my youth as I take my pills.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on July 9, 2015

Seeing those fireflies brought back memories with your father. I have surpassed the lifetime of both of my grandfathers. They were much less healthy than I am at that age. As a general rule, most outlive their fathers.

Ron

Reviewed by Sketso

Reviewed on July 9, 2015

A nice little moment, shared quite well. Isn't it funny how we often see those we miss dearly in the simplest of things most others would overlook?

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on July 9, 2015

Nice touch the fireflies. Very nice.

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