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Maple
Maple a poem by Robert Frost Her teacher’s certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take...
My Old Man’s Congratulations
My Old Man’s Congratulations written by: Judge Burdon “What you want to be and what you become...
I Wish I Met My Father As A Man
I wish I met my father as a man written by: Mickey Mason your father shouldn’t be...
Margins of My Mind
Margins of My Mind written by: James Walmsley As I walk down this worried path, where many...
My Father’s Hand is Resting
My Father’s Hand is Resting written by: Clive Grewcock My father’s hand is resting there As the...
The Apartment
The Apartment written by: Nikhil Kurien @nikhilmkurien Sudhir was elated when the broker said it was the...
1932
1932 written by: DC Diamondopolous Pa decided to join the Bonus Expeditionary Force. After dropping Ma and...
On Father Turning Eighty in November
On Father Turning Eighty in November written by: Sally Delancy I A late October drizzle blankets the...
Last Words
Last Words written by: Lisa Reynolds Before she left he told her he couldn’t forget what she’d...
Christmas 1950
Christmas 1950 written by: Phyllis Souza I’m ten-years-old and it’s not easy waiting for my mother to...
‘Twas The Night Before Christmas
‘Twas The Night Before Christmas written by: Jim Bates With five-year-old Stacy and three-year-old Dale nestled snug...
