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Walnut wars and mudball fights
Giggling late into the night
Dribble castles, sand box wars
Living room couch and sheet tent forts
Christmas morning everyone there
Laughing and fighting over games to share
Crawling around on tight topes in trees
Playing dective on our hands and knees
Pillow fights and charcoled foods
Long road trips and volatile moods
Gumball trees and broken glass
Math frusteration when mom taught class
Boyfriends with cars and sister spies
One with a brother and hair to his thighs
(Well not quite, but you know what I mean)
Laughter with fighting and Linda Roberts scene
There's many more things in life we've been through
But just for this poem I wrote down a few.
For my sister Rebekah Joy Florence (Duman)
--Esther Sizemore (Duman) 2002
To my stepdad on his fourty-sixth
What is the role of stepfather?
It doesn't seem very clear...
Is it to play the authoritative
Or be the fun-filled peer?
I suppose the best lays in the middle,
Not one or the other extreme.
You seem to have found the perfect median
Not either but in between.
You've made my mother very happy
And given my brother a dad.
You've filled our life, completed us
And it's not a passing fad.
Words alone cannot express
How thankful that I am
For you who came into our life
And made us a family once again.
But still I try within this poem
To tell you that I'm glad
You dared to take on the Duman kids
And become our own stepdad.
-E. Duman 6/9/99
Left, twist, right, turn
Life is a rubix cube
Many try their level best
To solve it's intricate ways
Center, turn, left, center
On and on they toil
Trying to solve it's many-faced mystery
Twisting and turning along.
Red, blue, orange, green
A single face appears
But too many faces of life are still jumbled
And so the twisting continues.
-E. Duman 04/01
For class 01170 in the US Navy's Technical Core school
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I see in you
A friend so true
A soulmate that's forever
A friend to share
A friend to care
A bond that will not sever.
As time goes by
We start to fly
To spread our wings and soar
We leave behind
This small town mind
To search for so much more
Our paths will split
But we'll not quit
We'll go on chasing dreams
To hope and pray
We'll find our way
Back to our soulmate teams.
Dedicated to Lacy Lynn
-E. Duman 4/19/99
To my mother with love
To a mom above the rest
Who tries her very best
To be the perfect mother
Whom I hold abover any other.
She's loving, kind, and strong
Will admist when she does wrong
Hopeful, cheerful, and bright
And comforting throughout the night.
Through the years she's come
Raising her children one by one
She's faced a lot of pain
But still sees sunshine through the rain.
And now she's fourty-six
With tiny scars she tried to fix
These wrinkles are a timeline
Of love and laughter left behind.
The smooth skin that has yet to mar
Is for the future still afar
I love you more than words can say
Have a happy fourty-sixth birthday.
-E. Duman 6/9/99
I've watched you grow...
A baby born, all cloaked in white
Your innocence a shining light
A little child, so full of love
Brains and heart your gift from above
You always shared, no matter the cost
You seemed so sure while we were so lost
Your kindness and light were always a treat
You're one of those people we all should meet
As a pre-teen, yeah, you could be a pain
But that time was brief, a quick burst of rain
As I left on my own, full of hope and fear
I took with me such memories dear
Memories of us and time long past
Of smiles and laughs and hugs meant to last
Now that I'm seeing the man you'll be
It fills my heart with pride, happily
I'm so proud of all you've done
I can't wait to see who you become.
To Christopher A. Duman
With love from your sister.
Esther G. Sizemore 20Oct02
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