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FATHER AND SON CORRESPONDENCE

FATHER AND SON CORRESPONDENCE

Father, John DeFoore Sr
98 years old
7:00 AM
23rd February 2018

I never learned
to speak
the language
of the harp

or hum
the melodies
of the
treasured viol

I struggle
under the weight
of the
gigantic bass

but tingle
with delight
at the sound
of the flute

until my heart
sings in symphony
with music
unknown and undreamed

while I stand
in concert hall
made grand
by universe

I take the podium
raise my baton
and ten thousand
angels play with their hearts.

Response

John DeFoore Jr
71 years old
7:20 AM
23rd Feb 2018

I do so long to respond to your poetry
With something equally grand
It appears you wander in realmsΒ 
of universes and stars,Β 
Choirs of angels and galaxiesΒ 
at your beck and call
I on the other handΒ 
bounce from side to sideΒ 
when I shake my head
Cranium bound,Β 
following nueronal pathways,Β 
navigating synaptical crossroads.
ThoughΒ 
putting it in that lightΒ 
both are grand arenas
for observerΒ 
perhaps equally valuable.
As one observer to another,Β 
β€œwell reported my friend”

Β 

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John DeFoore Jr

It’s has been a fun way for my father and I to communicate.
he and I both have a hard time sleeping, hence poetry conversations. Normally no one sees them. Thought I would share this one,
thank you for reading
john

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John DeFoore Jr

Morning! Β My Father and I thank youΒ 
you are kind
john
Β 

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John DeFoore Jr

Thank you Tina, we regale each other in the dead of night, filling sleepless hours,
with poetry. Hones our skills and eases the loneliness of long sleepless nights.
His books and poetry have taught me a lot.
Thank you for reading.
John

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Ru T

Beautiful, just beautiful John. What a wonderful way for you and your father to share life. :)

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John DeFoore Jr

My hero and friend. WWII veteran, Missionary above the arctic circle, gentle heart certainly something I can only strive to follow.
We "poet" at each other often in the dark.
thank you for reading.
John

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