Noah James by David T Carratola

Apr 2015

And I called you
And I named you son
I cut the cord, I cut the cord

And I held you so afraid
And I prepared myself for everything
Except this

And I called you
And I named you son
I cut the cord, I cut the cord

And I held you so afraid
And I'm sorry child
I can't give you anything

I'm sorry child
I don't want to walk away
I'm sorry

I'm sorry

Noah James

While I don't like to write about personal experience. This particular poem could be considered a photograph of a portion of my life.

Written by

David T Carratola

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