Don't it make my brown eyes blue
By lenchenelf
Sat, 04 Sep 2010
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We'd always joked about my height,
how soon you would outstrip me,
a centimetre more this summer,
laughed that I was shrinking,
that's what nannas do.
Today, I smoothed your shoulders,
twitched fluff and feather from lapel,
straightened your tie, checked parting.
Today you stood tall, hands raised high,
to reach and grip an oaken casket,
bore grief and name with his sons.
Today you towered, as he would expect,
Manhood, in your last goodbye.
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that's beautiful Lena
Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
that's beautiful Lena
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Powerful stuff, well
Powerful stuff, well executed!
(just a note - plurals are never indicated with apostrophes, you've got one on 'nanna's')
J x
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Simply beautiful, well put
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Simply beautiful, well put :)
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