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The Oak
By Mr King
The oak from which I came loved my Grandpa.
She loves antiques.
She loves Los Angeles.
The oak from which I came taught me right from wrong.
She taught me...
"Old junk is better than new crap."
The oak from which I came took me in when I leaped and I fell.
She always gives and gives to those like...
Greenpeace, Meals on Wheels, and PETA.
And when everyone else wanted Christmas Eve...
She gave that away too.
The oak from which I came faced life's fire...
And she got burned and felt the pain.
But she stood up and held our family together...
Over and over again.
And when I saw the world's injustice and I told her...
She reminded me that I was "singing to the choir."
The oak from which I came loved me and she told me that...
Hugging me was "like hugging an oak tree."
But my Grandma is really the towering oak from which I came...
And I was the acorn.
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Copyright 2004 Seth David King
Published on Sunday, December 26, 2004.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "The Oak"
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A former member wrote:
Wounderfull peace.... made me think of my nana
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On Sunday, January 23, 2005, Solace
(1069)
wrote:
*smiles* this was so candid and sweet...a brilliant dedicatory work that is brimming with all the right emotion...always a pleasure to read what you write, always...
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On Tuesday, January 4, 2005, Soulfire
(97) wrote:
Goosebumps....and tears...very beautiful. And dear Mr. King I must say Thank-You for your kind words about my work...after reading YOUR poems, it is truly a compliment!
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On Tuesday, December 28, 2004, Mr King
(547) wrote:
Better to eulogize the living while living because they get to be here in the flesh for it with you... ALL LOVE, Seth
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A former member wrote:
Therefore, I'm greatful you can speak of your Grandma in this way. Much love Seth, & thank you. ~Shane~
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A former member wrote:
I just read this after seeing Elisa 2's comment... Technically, I would've had 2 grandmas... One died before I was born... The other was out of her mind...
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A former member wrote:
Behind every great (substitute teacher) there is a (grandma).
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A former member wrote:
If I write the way you do about your own relations, I'm no longer writing a poem, but writing a eulogy for someone's funeral in this world.
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On Monday, December 27, 2004, elisa
(1616) wrote:
what a coincidence I once hugged a Mighty Oak.....I still think about that tree fondly;) perfection~elisa
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A former member wrote:
wonderful write hugs:kristen
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On Monday, December 27, 2004, Drifter
(268) wrote:
Thats beautiful dude, a great gift to her. Close family is somethign i've always wanted. Great write.
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On Monday, December 27, 2004, MyBrokenMynd
(167) wrote:
me too... :(
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On Friday, December 31, 2004, Mr King
(547) wrote:
Then create that my beautiful people. 1always, Seth
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