Mother, Father what have I done? I've taken this marijuana, smoked
It, "killing every last braincell," but never tried any lethal drugs.

Mother, Father what have I done? I've gone skinny dipping with the
Girls, flying head over heels and never have I had so much fun.

Mother, Father what have I done? I've played hookey and missed
Class, went to get my friend on the streets something to stay warm.

Mother, Father what have I done? I got in an argument and they hit me,
He could have shot me with a deadly weapon, but I never carry a gun.

Mother, Father what have I done? Everything you never did, and I
Wouldn't regret it, not for the life of me would I be the prudent one!

we slept in.
made
lazy
slow
peaking
love.

dozed
again
entwined.
woke
naked
deeply in love
and
replete.

now sit
tousled
in pj's and robes.
on the deck
with bacon eggs
and coffee.

looks that suggest
we play hookey,
from the world
for today.

no child.
no nanna.
no responsibilties.
just
exploration
of each other
and snoozing.

what a
wonderful way
to spend
these stolen hours

out there as the frost melts off starry eyed  Lad 13

***** cheeks
bulgin at the seams pushin boundries cussin ,
chewin, perusing every female from His age up to 50 fightin everone .
every thing  
honery
mad at the world
voice changing immature
growin like a ****
B.M.O.C.
raw strength and so fill of pride he cant hide it
Un concerned Dads watchin Him
sorta metaphorically  
only he can see when its time to step in
cause hes walked a mile or two 2 in his shoes
puberty pimples and rage has set in
hes gotta give him room to bleed
he listens to his boy as if hes a childhood friend
lets him have full cart blanc in gesture and speach
makes him
feel like hes in
his click  
young and tuff!
makes the boy
feel at ease , old  -  er
and tuff
at this point on this crisp spring day
both smillin
ahhh those Irish eyes
closer than they've ever been
emotionally pretty close to the same age
suns beatin down hot  shirts off  
Dads playin hookey
met the boy at school with beef jerky
quarter ounce of ***
and a half rack of ice cold 18 ounce Raineers
and there off up on the mountain somewhere smokin a joint laughin sweatin
catchin brookies up by top of the world !
as it was later known to be
but at this point it was known as the ****** ponds up the road from the Rossinger store
and although
we had been there and many times since  
some how I knew and I think he did too
we both lavished and whole heartedly  savored every minute of those days
I was thinkin I Was a Man
He was feelin like a Kid
we flipped the bird to the world and nothin could touch that
He was the toughest *******
and the coolest

He got a little long in the tooth but never lost his edge
a full fledged Mosquito
it saddens me that  there arent many around that knows what that means
my Father
told his companion
not to say a thing ..    
to me

. of

.. his ...  

cancer

didnt want me to suffer
  
****** Cancer

He died not wanting to burden me  
a week before Christmas this year . Im numb

it hurts so bad
i wanna packit up take out a few enemies and fade and be done

then  I feel the sun

oh I can smell the beer
see his loving eyes and here  him say Awe
I love you Son.
and then I look at my Son .
I still have time to run with him awhile and try to build with him some memories

I will always love you Dad
not a minute goes by. I miss you