Shot down 19 Friday Jul 2013 Posted by Esther H. in Poésie ≈ 9 Comments TagsPère, Tanka, War When I was shot down Only dad was by my side As ever with love. He was the light of my days A smile during the journey. TwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrEmailMoreTelegramLinkedInPrintStumblePocketRedditWhatsAppLike Loading... Related
edwincolonpagan said:
Fantastic my dear friend!!!
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Fasix said:
Really nice, kiss. Fabio
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Martian Poet said:
nice picture 🙂 and lines too
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melanie said:
<3…
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http://oliwp.wordpress.com/ said:
deep & bright, i’d love to be your dad, or at least a adopted uncle
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Cochonfucius said:
We learn best to fight
When adversity prevails,
The strongest master.
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Charron's Chatter said:
My Dad is my hero, too. 🙂 And the one who stuck around.
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bearspawprint said:
How it is supposed to be … minus the shot down part … and with Mama …
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Jonathan Caswell said:
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
HER DAD WAS FULL OF LOVE FOR HIS ESTHER!
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