Wednesday, April 17, 2002

A Good Son

There are so many conversations
that are important to have;
good to have.
But life grabs you by your collar
stealing the moments
leaving you wondering.

There are so many …

It is sad and often hurts
that I do not know
what you thought of me.
Did I stand by you
at your time of need?
Was I a good son,
as good as humanly possible?
With warts and blemishes
covered by your understanding
covered by your love.
To be forever your son.
Hopefully, a good son.

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