Mom was a Lindsay
A Scottish lass with red hair
Dad was losing hair
Paul is my brother
Paul has my mother’s red hair
I have Dad’s hair loss
©Walt Page 2018
Poetry about Life, Love, Music by Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
Mom was a Lindsay
A Scottish lass with red hair
Dad was losing hair
Paul is my brother
Paul has my mother’s red hair
I have Dad’s hair loss
©Walt Page 2018
Aw, poor dad. Always gets the raw end of the deal lol
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Ain’t that the truth! 😊
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I like this… we have a huge Scottish Games here in the Bay Area every Labor Day Weekend. You see the coat-of-arms of all the clans. Love the heavy weight competitions. Also, actually like haggis. 🙂
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On our honeymoon, we attended the Highland Games at Whiteface Mountain near Lake Placid, NY. We’ve been to several here in Tennessee. Love them… The food, dancing, music, competitions, and all the clan booths. You can have the haggis, lol.
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My mom was an Irish Cullen…they have a coat of arms for that too! I inherited my mothers size (5 feet, used to be many more pounds), and hopefully my dad’s longevity (he passed when he was 86).
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A chip off the old block 😃
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For sure!
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Haha….. 😀
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