Father patriarch you left way too soon. Wish you could see how I love mom to the moon.
The rash childhood days I wasted.
All for a rush I tasted.
Clashed we did.
Brash I was.
If I were God that time would I return to the bottle.
Tho you never did perhaps my neck you would not wish to throttle.
I thought you antiquated telling me institutional lies.
Now I see how you truly you were so wise.
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Author:
Keeter C (
Offline) - Published: July 23rd, 2025 18:05
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Comments2
Nostalgic realization of what one has lost with time. Very nicely written.
Thank you, miss him.
My pleasure
Thank you
The rhyming made it quite fun to read and to soak in🕊️🙏🏻
Thank you
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