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  • Writer's pictureSimon Templar

Dear Son

The heart of a son's soft voice

Cripples a parent's life free choice

Holding him love wound a man inside

"Okay" said the son as the dad apologized

That quantum state, the place of the feeling

When he said those words had me kneeling

Eight years old and cheeks baby fat so true

That spirit so pure its like life we all redo

Your dad's death is coming in due time

That pain of mine, I am leaving you behind

What will you do, and who will I be

That great father shaping you to see

Or that failure who leaves you broken

With decades set back and wound awoken

Each hour the brain is burning on fire

Worrying I will fail and one day retire

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