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I know this probably isn't the best place to share, but I wrote a poem last night while I was reflecting on what I posted in my previous thread, dedicated to my son. I didn't originally post it since I didn't want to incite too much pity from all of you, or make you feel burdened by how I feel, but at the advice of a friend who thought it might help me feel better, I decided to share it here. You don't have to read it if you don't wish, and I don't mean to spark any anger or hostility with this thread.
Any art form is a great method of expressing human emotion, so I want this thread to be dedicated to any poetry or really any piece of art that has a strong personal meaning to you. You could've made it, or maybe someone else did and you feel it just spoke to you or related to you in a special way. Regardless, share what gives you feels, Flood. The following lines are the poem I wrote titled, "Missing You". It's not much, but it's something to me. I broke it up every four lines to make it a little easier to read and not seem so bunched together. Thank you for your time.
I was there to hear your very first cry,
And the sound brought more than a tear to my eye.
I was there to see your very first smile,
And for that moment I made my own for a while.
I was there to hold you and care for you true,
And felt how much that I truly loved you.
From the very beginning, you made me so proud,
The child I dreamed of with my head in the clouds.
And even so young, in two months you passed;
Maybe you were just too perfect to last.
A day won’t come that I don’t remember
All that had happened into November.
The ups and downs, the joy and the strife,
The memories I’ll carry throughout my life.
If I could ever have another few moments,
I know what I’d use them to say,
“Daddy misses you, Garrett,
And he will for the rest of his days.”
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Edited by Sandtrap: 4/4/2014 5:56:02 PMI'm having a bad day today for some reason. I woke up all buggered up and I can't seem to shake the fact that my motor skills, thinking functions, and generla energy levels are in the shitter. So let's say if I can make something up on the spot about this mourning. Wale up, outta bed, feels like good day Take step forward, oh shit, lost balance Try and put pants on, mild success Stumble on downstairs, oh shit, better take it slow Start up morning thinks, sit in chair, tired Screw up morning breakfasts, overcooked bacon go upstairs for break, fall asleep wake up to cat licking face and start chocking on own spit roll over on bed, feel like zombie stumble donstairs again land in chair and end up here for time being headache forming and motor function decline god dammit I have to cross the road in a few hours must stay awake bY the way, good collection of songlines, slimmed through, ut still good.