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Roger Horsch Roger Horsch Male, 51, United States (5/17/2013 12:29:00 AM)

I Miss

I miss the way you would comfort me
When I was just a child
I miss the way you scolded me
When I was young and wild.

I miss the days you would tell me
That everything would be alright
I miss the way you worried for me
When I was no longer in your sight.

I miss the days we would share together
But those days I know I took
I miss the days when I did something wrong
And you gave me that special look.

I miss your love and compassion
God's gift He gave to you
For no matter what would happen in life
You would always pull right through.

You kept our family together
You were there through thick or thin
You would fight the toughest battles
And you would always seem to win.

I love you mom with all my heart
So please never close that door
For I hope there's days we can share together
‘cause I hope to miss no more.

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  • Rookie Donnaj York (5/25/2013 11:33:00 AM) Post reply
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    I disagree with Mr. Dalvean. I read and loved this poem. It brought to mind my own mother now gone six years. As to rating and scoring, not everyone does it, and of those who do, some may not do it well, (just as some poets have poor writing skills some who vote and rate may not have the best judgement skills) , (or possibly a poet didn't get the glowing review he/she thought was deserved and rated with ruffled feathers) I, myself don't vote or rate because I only have time to read a tiny fraction of what is written here, (having a full time job and all) , and so feel unqualified to rate and score the works that I do have time to read. If I had scored this poem, the rating would surely be higher.

  • Rookie Michael Dalvean (5/24/2013 2:20:00 AM) Post reply

    I'm afraid this is not a good poem. It scored -0.5 on the Poetry Assessor (

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