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
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
Bless, be the one, who is surrounded by love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For my father Jack. Bless, be the one, who is surrounded by love. —————————————————————– The greatest man I ever knew,… Continue reading
It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried.. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke… Continue reading
Like my Father.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Do we become our parent? Do we follow their footsteps. Like my father.. My father, like most men. He learned to hide is sadness and… Continue reading
My father’s war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry queerest 1 a : differing in some way from what is usual or normal : odd, strange, weird “How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,… Continue reading
The sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. (My father at sixty-one in 1998. The only time, he saw my… Continue reading
It is cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried… Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke,… Continue reading
A little mercy now.. My father never cried, he never complained about life. My father rarely smiled with the burden of life surrounding him. His body and heart gave up, in the struggle… Continue reading