100 Days
Fingers scalded with ashes and wax
Face turned red with heat
A hundred nights have come to pass
Sure was no easy feat
Eyes dazed by the dancing flames
Memories in the fire
No other loss had equal cost
Cushioning the dire
Decisions and paths to make and take
New heads I seek fer view
Even so, won't fail to ask
What would my father do
Lend me strength fer I am young
Dare not declare a man
Learning all through heart and mind
Maturing, I still am
More truths have come to unfold
Been led out from the blind
Painful rays emerge in burst
If only there's rewind
Forgiveness is what I request
Fer doubting, was confound
Now, I live yer name in pride
The tree will be unbound
~Yer eldest son
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
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