I don't know why I write this
or why evenI bother,
But I hope some how this note
will one day reach my father.
I am not mad at you,
I want you to understand,
the past is the past,
it helped make me who I am.
I still can't over look, the fact that
is rarely ever spoken
When I see father - son moments,
I get heart broken,
as tears water up and tears stream
from each eye.
It is clear to those near, your the reason
that I still cry.
LA Kellam
I pray one day the well of tears will dry.
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ReplyDeleteI am ok just have dude on the brain
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