I am what I am,I am truly my father’s
twin.
I didn’t speak often of him for many years
I called him Wayne,because it was far
less painful to just say his first name. I
tried to distance myself from the only
person who ever loved me or cared. I ran
and I ran,until I couldn’t run anymore.
After what happened to me at sixteen,I
knew I had to face it,I was tired of
wondering and I had a deep desire to
finally know this man. The man who
wanted a daughter,a child to call his own.
He even had my name picked out since
he was a little boy,he named me after his
beloved grandma.My father died when I
was less than ten months old,and he had
just turned twenty-seven years old. I have
no memories of him,it almost makes me
feel cold. I cannot describe it,unless
you’ve felt it on your own.It’s funny
because when you lose a parent you
often wonder about the life you could’ve
had with them.I wonder what it would be
like to see his eyes,the same exact eyes
as mine.Just think I could finally see the
person who has the same mannerisms as
me,I could finally feel complete. Those are just
dreams though and all I have left is a
stack of photos and two videos. I can say
though I am what I am,I am my father’s
twin. I’m proud of it,because I know he
was a kind,loving,fun and generous man.
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Author:
Matt Angel (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: July 22nd, 2022 02:49
- Comment from author about the poem: To my father Wayne,I love you dad.
- Category: Family
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Comments1
so happy for you!
I laud
how you've woven strength
out of crippling circumstance..
what a hard choice
that must have been..
and what an exemplary
utility of healing
you've showcased our beloved
Poesy
to be!
(stay Strong!
and thank you for intrusting us
with such intimate, thoughts
dear Poet)
Thank you for such kind words,it means a lot.❤️
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