Here we are, my contents filled with memories past 4 months
Recollections collected upon due stress and life tests
Plastered upon a college ruled piece of aaaahhhh...jah bless
Yes!!!....here we are
Im here with two first class stamps on my face
You got plenty but I have none to waste...time
Plenty of memoirs on mine....
But naw, he just signed his regular sincerely yours
With a hesitant I love you to be politically correct and kind
Jesus chimed in wit pieces of my life told in parables throughout his father's book
I write my father's book with my own blood smeared across the adhesive as I sealed
Secrets, father and son bliss, bamboozled memories of smiling faces and assisted bike rides through the park
All smeared onto a reality....dark
Empty
You've been behind these walls for 14 years and your son' getting older
He's got a fiancé and two bad shoulders
in a drawer... Bills and bill folders
right under the one with all your letters
And that one picture that looks a hell of a lot like him wit facial hair
Yea...I am here
With his well wishes and prayers for you to get out and see the sun rise
For he is over his animosity
He's back in school at Xavier University
On his way to being a Doctor
And he's got a lot of life lessons in what not to do from you
He stills smiles with one side of his mouth
He still walks pidgeon-toed with size 13s that wanna be 12s
He still talks to himself in the mirror as if he's doing an interview for ESPN
Always saying I love you mom and the very next important next of kin
Maybe even his high schools friends but recently he stops short and straightens his mouth
to a 9:15 with fifteen reasons to gleam
but rather settles for a stream of anger from his eye
and he says, shout out to my dad...."keep your head up!"
With all the honesty in the world, overshadowing his pain....
I am for you.....from him.....
Written by Point_Of_View