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About This Poem
Father
When I was a toddler Father was brilliant
Taught me many things and with the wonder
But as I got older and the passing
Father grew slower until fifteen when..........
He eventually became a dullard
Told me my friends would bring me down
Punished me and locked my mind away
But no locks could hold me and my genius
The years passed until I reached twenty one
I realized that he must have studied while I was sleeping
I received the key when I was twenty five
And looked at those blue eyes which held me
They studied everything I did and loving
Longing to be free I watched the first steps
Brilliance
Studying into the night and prayer
Letting go and giving him my key
I was born for this with my love
Tried with his little hands to turn the lock but the key
Frustrated
I filed till his key fit snug
My prayer was blessed and I thanked
Father
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