I made a
vision board
in treatment
the other day.
I had to
hunt for a
picture of
Mom and Dad.
Where the ****
did the time go?
They have been gone
for over 30 years now.
The hour glass
broke,
and the sand
blew and blended
me in with the
storms of life.
I tried to
drink
all the pain away;
to become a
lobotomized shell.
It didn't work.
The poet in me
felt everything.
I have four
kids that my
parents never got
to meet.
Sometimes I see
Mom and Dad
in my son's and
daughter's eyes.
Two have blue
like Dad.
And two have brown
like Mom and me.
They are
intelligent
sensitive
and caring.
When I was
little, I thought
my parents would
live forever.
On my vision
board,
I become a
better father.
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 1:00 PM UTC
I made a
vision board
in treatment
the other day.
I had to
hunt for a
picture of
Mom and Dad.
Where the ****
did the time go?
They have been gone
for over 30 years now.
The hour glass
broke,
and the sand
blew and blended
me in with the
storms of life.
I tried to
drink
all the pain away;
to become a
lobotomized shell.
It didn't work.
The poet in me
felt everything.
I have four
kids that my
parents never got
to meet.
Sometimes I see
Mom and Dad
in my son's and
daughter's eyes.
Two have blue
like Dad.
And two have brown
like Mom and me.
They are
intelligent
sensitive
and caring.
When I was
little, I thought
my parents would
live forever.
On my vision
board,
I become a
better father.
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