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Fixing a broken home

A father to his son

By L.ClabroughPublished 5 months ago 1 min read
Fixing a broken home
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Together tomorrow we’ll deal with it

The time isn’t quite right

This mess can’t be fixed just yet

And be patient


You’ll find it’s better to sit

We should wait for the morning’s light

Come on, the Sun’s about to set

Can’t be complacent


Forcing progress? I don’t see the benefit

I’d hate to stir a fight

And from all the walls we are beset

Our foundation is stupefacient


But I expect we’ll have to split

For now there is no need for fright

Your mother's just been frustrated and upset

Worry not, my son, our home will surge renascent

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran5 months ago

    This was so poignant and emotional. Loved your poem!

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