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 Category:  Spiritual Poetry
  Posted: August 11, 2017      Views: 226

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I spent the earlier years of my life with my mother at grandpa and grandma's little log cabin in the Smoky Mountains, as we had no place else to go. My father (a Green Beret) was killed in Korea in 1955, the year I was born. I never knew him. - more...

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My father and mother's journey through life!
"God's Candles!" by junglefighter

God's Candles! 

"To my mother and father"

Come walk with me by candle light, and we'll 
see the goodness in our life.
Go with me to the altar, say,"I do," 
you shall become my wife.

We'll swim the green waters in the ocean,
make sandcastles on the shore.
When the high-tides take them forever,
we'll shovel up a dozen more.

We'll plant red roses in the garden, feed
the little bear and deer.
As our years creep away I'll whisper,
'sweet-nothings,' in your ear.

We'll sit in our rockers on the porch,
sing happy songs of old.
Then joining our hands together,
we'll kiss our bands of gold.

We'll watch the multi-colored rainbows,
kiss the green valley below.
As crystal flakes fall like fairy dust,
Children shall sleigh in the snow.
We'll climb to the mountain top, and
touch the Candles of God.
Then live with Him forever and ever,
like two snow-peas in a pod. 

A "Salute," to Cleo85 for the Artwork!

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Author Notes
Growing up in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee, my father and mother were "dirt poor" and yet, they always managed, 'to fill the cupboard with food, lamps with oil, stockings on the mantle shelf, and our hearts with the Spirit of Christmas.' They shall always, 'be etched in my heart.' This one's for you, 'my heroes!'
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