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Okay...when I first posted this, I didn't include a background. Here it is--Michael is the name of an older man who asked me to write this poem for him. It was basically a request for an English class project, in which he was including others poems about losing a child. So yah. Total fiction, you guys. *Pets*
So many years have passed,
Since I heard your voice,
Saw those looks on your face.
You were such a small child,
New to the world,
But born of disgrace.
Yet the purity of your eyes,
Golden as the sun
Carried no hint of sin,
So I took you in,
And you became my cherished child,
You became my reason to live.
You gave me back my heart,
So I gave all I could give.
Now I see your picture,
Hanging next to Grandpa's door.
I count the years since you left,
My fingers aching as I stretch
To number the days since your death...
The tears loll down my cheeks,
I quickly lose my breath.
I reach out to touch your face,
Think of how old you are,
My son having aged in heaven,
In his home on a star.
Do you miss your father, my kin?
I hear your words,
"Please Pappa, take me home,"
But my sweet, sweet boy...
You are at home, within.
HAHAHAHAHAHA! This poem is sooo beyond redemption! But yah...This was titled "My Son" but I changed it, and changed some of the stuff. I'll come back later and fix the rest, if I have the energy.
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