| Subject: The Lamplighter (A childhood memory) |
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Ted Yahraus
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Date Posted: 07:14:44 05/29/02 Wed
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As pages turn back to when I was young,
I see through gray mist, on which memory is hung...
Those first years in school, my very own world,
A blending of feelings, the pictures unfurl.
In spite of mosaics of scenes played in class,
The fondest remembrance, so simple, alas...
Regarding the dawning of each schoolboy day,
My sleep-cradled form arose in this way:
"Just a while longer", my fuzzy brain would say,
Those last stolen minutes, so sweet, What the hey?
A wonder I made it, the sloth that I am,
No mind could awaken, when body gives no damn!
No need for alarms to start my rat-race,
Each day would begin with Dad's smiling face.
As faithful as clockwork, he'd enter my room,
The click of a switch meant day's starting soon.
A touch of his hand on one sleepy shoulder,
His "Good morning, son!", still fresh, though I'm older...
For nothing that day could offer, you see,
Compared to the knowing, my Dad sure loved me!
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