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  • April 19th, 2010 | 12:50 AM
30 Poems in 30 Days - I TRIED

My personal challenge for National Poetry Month is to write
a poem a day about the father I have never known.


Wishbones on Thanksgiving
my birthday cake each July
dandelions in the summer
pennies in the wishing well at the park,
and the first star, every night, before bed

Nana used to say
that wishing don't make it so
but not wishing meant giving
up completely

@copyright Susan Taylor Brown 2010
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There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.


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April 19th, 2010 10:50 am (UTC)
I used to have the same wish all the time when I was a kid too and mine did mot come true either as much as I wanted it to. Mine was not about my Father, but I used to wish that I would wake up in the morning and be able to walk like everyone else. Every day though I would wake up and things would always be the same.

When I realised that one was not going to come true. I then started to wish that one day Someone might love me, understand me. My boys are the closest ones to loving me but as for understanding me I don't believe that will ever happen either unless I can.

Start to believe in myself. I am almost there I have come a long way lately so maybe there might be a glimmer of hope yet. I think there is a reason why they say be careful what you wish for. Sometimes we just have to be grateful for what we have . After all sometimes what more can we do.

- Anne McKenna
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April 24th, 2010 06:55 am (UTC)
My Nana used to say that too! She didn't believe in wishing on anything but my grandfather, well, he was a different story.
April 19th, 2010 04:30 pm (UTC)
Beautiful. I ache for you every time I read one of these poems, Susan.
April 24th, 2010 06:55 am (UTC)
Thank you, Tracy. I'm glad I'm touching people emotionally with these.
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April 24th, 2010 06:55 am (UTC)
Thank you, Jenn.
April 20th, 2010 12:18 am (UTC)
As I told you on Saturday - I love love love your poems. xo
April 20th, 2010 03:50 am (UTC)
Thanks again! I love that they're connecting with so many people.
April 20th, 2010 11:43 pm (UTC)
Love the directness of the ending here.
April 24th, 2010 06:56 am (UTC)
Thanks. Sometimes the endings come first and boy does that make the rest of the poem hard for me. :)
April 22nd, 2010 05:21 pm (UTC)
tanita says:
Ooh, really like this one; it speaks to every wish we've all made for every out of reach thing...
April 24th, 2010 06:56 am (UTC)
Re: tanita says:
Thank you, Tanita.
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Who am I?I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams. The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go. I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my friends than to believe in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find. A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.

Who am I? A motivational speaker, writing instructor, workshop leader and full-time follower of dreams.

Who am I? Read and find out.

Susan Taylor Brown

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