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My Dear Son

Thoughts of a lost father

By Josh LPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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My Dear Son
Photo by Kitera Dent on Unsplash

I only have one wish left in my life,

My dim, grim, and glum life.

To see the son I lost at the end of it all,

Will be the only thing to lift my soul.

It was never perfect, although I tried to be,

I wanted to be perfect, although I will never be.

The father I wanted to be, would never occur,

For your life was taken, and now I conjure.

What sorrow have I put myself through,

I never wanted to say adieu.

To say adieu to your own blood before meeting him,

Is about the hardest thing I did on whim.

I apologize for never meeting you,

For it was never my intention.

I hope you know that I do love you,

Despite my abstention.

A lost boy I am, as you are too,

Somewhere you are, somewhere I look to.

While I am lost in my mind, you are somewhere else,

A place I hope where you are well in that elsewhere.

That elsewhere where I do not belong,

I hope that one day I see you for I long.

I have longed too much already,

But I already paid the price unready.

My dear son, I bid farewell to thee,

For I fear that I shall never see thee.

If I am granted one last wish before I burn for eternity,

It is to see your face and hope for your happy longevity.

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