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I looked at this, and looked again
At flowers spelling DAD.
I may be dreaming, but e’en they
Seem teary-eyed and sad.


photo by Robert Linder at


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.


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Words On My Mother’s 90th Birthday

Your family’s together massed,
Not merely for the milestone passed,
The ninety years with us you dwell,
But that you lived them very well.
And every day for us you know
You gave so much that we all owe
So much to you we cannot pay,
So much that words can never say.
That’s why we come from near and far
To show our love for who you are.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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To My Dear and Loving Husband

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

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(for Father’s Day, 2011)

Father –
It was the why you rose to work, with sometimes fewer words:
Mouths to feed, with open beaks, just like the baby birds.

Father –
It was the why you sometimes had to toughly discipline,
Like sergeants in the army mold raw recruits into men.

Father –
It was the why of outer gruff, quite needed to be firm,
When even that grew out of love, the greatest gentle germ.

Father –
It was the why God made your shoulders wider than the rest,
To lean upon when worldly woes against my soul were pressed.

Father –
All that and more is in the word, your role within the ranks.
All that and more is what you are, to me, and I give thanks.



© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.

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