IN HIS PRAYER. . . WE TALKED.
Were you there, that sweet night?
YES,
"We held each other tight. . ."
But were you there, down the road,
the whole nine months, I spent alone. . .?
when the cab pulled in front,
of my home,
I descended the staircase,
clutched my suitcase, and groaned.
Were you there, when I wailed all night?
You weren't there to hold me tight.
while I brought forth, a brand new life,
created by your loving wife?
Were you there,
when I screamed?
Did you ever once think of me?
Did you know there would be those complications,
that I needed to make it through,
Did you know that I needed you?
Did you see the blood on the wall,
did you see my chest, slowly rise and fall,
did you see my the ending of my respiration,
my fullfillment of my aspirations [Die]?
Did you see the closing of my eyes?
did you hear me mumble and whisper "Is he here?"
Did you know I searched, and hoped you were near,
Did you know there would be those complications,
did you see my failing respiration?
Were you there when the doctor,
pulled the sheets, over my head?
When they passed my child to the nurse,
and said "This woman is dead". . .
No one shed a tear for me, that's what strangers do. Baby couldn't know, but did tears fall from you?
IN HIS PRAYER. . . WE TALKED.
"Yes I felt you,
from miles away,
I knew something tragically beautiful,
would happen that day.
I felt it, I heard it, in a premonition,
I wish I there to offer you respect, and recognition,
to say I love you,
and hold your hand,
I see your tears, I feel your pain,
but I was afraid, I must admit,
I was less than a man,
please forgive me, and understand. . .
I didn't mean to run away from you,
I'm sorry for the mess I made, and put you through,
But you are gone now, what can I do?
but take care of little man,
my guy for you.
I can't see you baby,
it's too late,
I wish I could relive and be there, on that day,
That you breathe life into the mouth of my son,
then went on your way,
when God's work was done.
Perhaps God wanted to teach me,
It seemed no one could reach me,
not even the reverend who preached to me.
But you showed me that, life is short, and
bittersweet,
you live, you die, and make the best of things,
I will live out your aspirations,
and stick around for the duration,
stand tall, and be a man,
Forgive me please, If you can."
LAST NIGHT WE TALKED. . . IN HIS PRAYER.
Reason for writing:
MAKE AMENDS TODAY. LIFE IS SHORT.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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