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From a Father to a Son


I have given you your share,

and you have left, my son.

Your brother stays,

helps with work just begun.

 

It has been so long,

so so long.

Your voice jsut a memory,

a memory still strong.

 

Are you alright,

are you well.

My heart is troubled,

because I cannot tell.

 

Your brother and I,

we work hard here.

Slaving away,

year after year.

 

Then I see you,

coming up the road.

Dusty and rugged

as a toad.

 

And now we celebrate!

For you have come back!

I love you always,

my son.

 

Death to life,

now we celebrate!

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I'm a quirky, creative gal who isn't afraid to be just who she is with a mind going a mile a minute and big heart. My default mode is flippant sarcasm, and I love classic rock, cowboy boots, and leather jackets.

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