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I am a poet, my first book, AWASH WITH WORDS is selling well, with a follow-up book signing scheduled for 15 December 2007 at Walden Books, Dakota Square Mall, Minot, North Dakota


I am happy with most of life, even profound changes. Life truly is a circle. I once again miss my daughter, Emily. My fiance Monica became my wife Monica on 30 June 2007. I continue to survive and learn a few things the hard way. My life is yet enriched.

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Small Faces

Small faces press against a car window.
Emily and Jonathan are being driven away.
Splitting relationships; splitting families.

Children should never have to bear burdens,
when adults tear their world's apart.
Emily and Jonathan are being driven away.

I stand in the drive and watch them wave.
They are out of sight yet I hear them cry,
when adults tear their world's apart.

I go into my now empty house,
marveling at how it used to be a home.
I still see their faces and hear their cries.

Smiles, laughter, and love used to live here.
A broken wooden shell now feels empty,
marveling at how it used to be a house.

Six and a half years have come and gone,
but the pain remains fresh; like yesterday.
Small faces press against a car window.
Splitting relationships; splitting families.

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Small Hands, Big Heart

"Small hands for a guy."

I heard it so many times,
it made me want
to scream in frustration.

God never built me
big and strong
like other men,
who could lift
and carry and build
and arm wrestle
and work all day in the sun.

I tried to equalize
make up the difference
with weights and
running and attitude
and just plain
out thinking mindless brutes.

I tried to be everything
I was never made to be,
and always found myself
feeling smaller
at the end of the day,
until Emily's whole hand
grasped my index finger
for a walk through the park.

My daughter told me,
in the way only she has,
"God made your finger
perfect sized for me
to hold onto.
If it were too big,
I couldn't
keep track of you."

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Tearful Goodbyes

Our tearful goodbyes
yet stain
Emily's and my eyes.

Someone once said,
as if knowing,
in a time long dead
that parting,
finally going,
was such sweet sorrow.

There is no sugar
in a daughter's
heartbroken tears,
none that I could
see in hers.

Our tearful goodbyes
yet stain
Emily and my eyes,
and still you insist
in your cold
heartless way
to come between us
everyday.

Emily I love you,
no matter what
mama says,
it's true.

I hope she
lets your heart
speak for you.

When you make a
decision,
as every child
must do,
may you
remember that
daddy always
will be here for you.

Our tearful goodbyes
yet stain
Emily's and my eyes.

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http://www.amazon.com/Awash-Words-Lou-Marin/dp/1424179696/ref=sr_1_1/002-2556386-6077643?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1192403702&sr=1-1

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