tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4303003074741717795.post1679129743427715010..comments2023-11-02T05:39:36.632-04:00Comments on The Mouth of the River: Waiting Poems: Your FatherEmily Arnason Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726203590843425594noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4303003074741717795.post-30177352206801922322012-01-16T12:52:53.316-05:002012-01-16T12:52:53.316-05:00Thank you friends. Time is stretching out....slowi...Thank you friends. Time is stretching out....slowing down, as we wait for the arrival of our son.Emily Arnason Caseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06726203590843425594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4303003074741717795.post-36145738531778856002012-01-14T14:18:13.889-05:002012-01-14T14:18:13.889-05:00Beautiful, soulful, Emily.Beautiful, soulful, Emily.dubuashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17019516879958381855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4303003074741717795.post-11516133388702415702012-01-14T14:09:07.718-05:002012-01-14T14:09:07.718-05:00Poetry becomes you. A father apart can re-enmeshe ...Poetry becomes you. A father apart can re-enmeshe in time. This time seems near.<br />There is loss, then ummeasurable gain in pregnancy,for a father. Surrendering to nature as we all must do. Then reaquainting.Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09708568383904173711noreply@blogger.com