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Marie Lukasik Wallace ~ # I LIVE Poetry – I'm passionate about life and writing and all things creative and poetic!

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Flags, Peace and Pie Ala Mode Month

What fun interesting things about July Robin has here.
Take a peek!


July means so much to many people. It is serious, since it includes celebrating,

here in the United States, our Independence. It is exciting and fun, since this is

not June wedding- or graduation- time. Just put some food together and head

out to the beach, park, your backyard and enjoy a picnic. There are lots of

lightning bugs, mosquitoes and lovely flitting moths and fluttering butterflies

in the month of July.

Hip Hip Hooray for July!

Although each month’s post is created with more rhyme than reason, I will

throw in gardening ideas and quotations usually. This month I ‘discovered’

a man many may already have known, Siegfried Sassoon. This was a leading

poet of WWI period. He was born on September 8, 1886 in Heytesbury,

Wiltshire, England. He passed away on September 1, 1967 just a week before

his 81st birthday in Matfield, Kent, England.

Here is Siegfried…

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Can You Take me Back Daddy?

This is how I know there’s gold in every soul.  I think back on m relationship with my dad.  What I remembered as a child…both the open man and the closed man…and then I remember the man I knew as an adult.  Most of the time closed…but there were glimpses of gold in the soul.

I wrote this recently as a pondering.  What I like is that it pointed out to me where the walls were starting to form…the prison my dad built around him.  How I was so blessed the last couple of years that the walls started to get holes in them…and then I saw shiny gold peeking out.

If I could go back to any

Moment in time

What would it be?

I think this summer

When it was

Just you and me


We talked so freely

Just you and me

And I imagined how

It must have been

When I was a baby

And you cradled me

And you cooed with me

And life was simpler

Before you knew

You world was crumbling

And that people weren’t happy

Before your tenderness

Was crushed by the weight

Of real life

Before you knew that the love

Of your life wasn’t as happy as you.

Could you take me there daddy?


I want to know what

It was like before

The monstrous voice of the drink

Allowed you to say things

That were not really you

When the hurt unleashed

And lashed out on anyone

In its path


Somehow I always knew

That it wasn’t you

On those cold dark days


Because there were

Those quiet moments

When you taught us

Poker and dominoes

And we sat around

Like a family

And laughed and played

As if there were no cares

In the world


Can you take me back there daddy?

May you find gold in the soul of all those you love.  Where would you like the time machine to take you?