Tag Archive: Father

We are born to die, we are born to live…

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Father’s burden…

(Last day with my father.) He left me with strength and wisdom. We must do the right things.  Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman.  Father’s burden…… Continue reading

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The sins of our father

( My father and daughter in 1997. He died three months later.) A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.   Father’s eyes and anger.. Is… Continue reading

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Killed and killed..

Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed… On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come and wake… Continue reading

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Father’s burden…

Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden.. (My father  was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look down at him.) Father didn’t… Continue reading

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Father’s burden..

Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  My father taught me to appreciate laughter, children and woman.  Father’s burden..         (My father  was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to… Continue reading

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Father’s wars, my father lasting sins…

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Sins of our father.

Sins of our father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.  Father’s eyes and anger… Is my Father’s eyes and anger.Are they mine now? I… Continue reading

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Father’s burden..

Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman.  Father’s burden..         (My father  was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look… Continue reading

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Like father..

Like father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Blood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.                                        Like father. I look in the mirror.What do I see? Have I become… Continue reading

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