Smoking With My Dead Father Comments
Standing under the street lamp
on the corner of Past and Future street
my father stood smiling, and smoking.
He always smiled.
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Write comment. Imagination, Smoky. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
That was really good Smoky. I would love to smoke and joke with my old man when he was young. Im into rhyme but that is good stuff.
At least in our dreams we can share precious moments with our departed loved ones. You must miss your Dad a lot. to be dreaming about him Smoky. Great poem.
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12/5/2025 12:45:30 PM # 1.0.0
Smoky, this is a wonderful poem. I am giving it a ten (though I very seldom bother giving any points to poems) . I am also adding it to my favorite poem list.