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I was four years old with a non existent dream
Just a lonely kid, tryna fit in
And in. between the times when I'm showing up at school
I was with my friends, and I'm acting like a fool. My mama taught me better than that a single mother making ends meet putting food on the table with the little money she had. I was teen-age lad trying to step up by
Dropping by to see if there was anything that I could do to help her also with showing my thanks and regards for love and effort she given us in years of struggle's. Unconditionally love was main reason she was my hero. But my duties calls
Whether that be taking out the rubbish or trying cook her something without burning kitchen down.
it's never safe to say I discovered that cooking is best stay with older adults this time around. Left tea towel on stove wow that's close call lucky I did not catch on fire living life on the wire.  if things got outer hand it would left a bitter taste of lemon juice sours. 
Every Sunday waking up to sconge and afternoon tea cakes. Never forget the day I got to meet my step dad. He made me feel if I could call him and speak to him about stuff that a father and son chats about life It finally come wish you were my dad back when I was held in my mother's arms. At least I would never had the loss of not feeling unloved by my biological father. I got left out being the youngest child had no love of dad like my siblings. But my smiles was of my own
I brought it into school happy disposition attitude brought me friends and comfort,
I was on the move when your days is coming to adult age were feeling isolated and getting my bills out of hand and into trouble, you and dad Russ come to my aid again and again everytime. Even you was barely holding on
back than. But you both always cared but you
Wouldn't change, hear me out, listen
What I needed is guided path and aim but I shook my head my eyes faced down and never took into consideration how deeply intelligent and lucky I was creative had photographic memory and a future visionary mindset at best. Potential is limitless wow never thought I had this knowledge hidden inside.
Used to be a time, wishing it was different
Found it difficult, had to walk the distance, my step dad and uncle died last year. only month between it was heartache I cannot force my memory to forget or leave. I
Know you're gone, miss your kitchen chats and father and son guidelines of love fixes. God Bless Dad and thank you always for making me feel I always had a dad.
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