A Poem Called Love

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 03 Mar 2022
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Dad wore a nasty chip

on his shoulder

when he returned

from WW 11-

 

spent 4 years there

too much time

everyone agreed.

 

Pressing booze to his

lips & flicking

cigarettes

 

became a pastime for

any good job he couldn’t

seem to find.  

 

He’s gone now

passed today at

4:33 am – I’ll

always love you

Dad.

 

 

 

Certificate PG
Poem
A GRANDPA'S CORNER
Biography

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

 

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Submitted by Tom Brown on

Very sad Richard my grandfather also had those kind of problems also of the war. He passed long ago.

Checked now you have 2457 stories on Abc it's a lot hey? I remember you were the first person to comment on one of my stories, that was in 2009. Can you believe it?

All the best keep well! Tom

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Hi Tom,  very interesting. See how each of us has meaning for others - hope I said something positive. Have a great day. -Richard LP

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Tom Brown on

You were very good to me Richard, you encouraged me with my writing and made me feel at home. It made a big difference. I don't believe you have ever been nasty to anyone and thank you for that!

Keep well and keep writing! Tom Brown

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Tom, your remarks are so kind and very much appreciated. This new poem- Entanglement is my latest completed poem. I  was ill for this past space of time with a terrific coughing spell for three days - feeling better now. -Richard LP. 

Richard L. Provencher