Fatherless

Fatherless inheritance 
Passed on through generations
As my father had a father 
Taken from a bullet 
Such engraved his name

That engraved his ability 
To translate the love he forgot
Through a remorse in loss
He died to 
Forgetting the ones my mother birthed

And so I forgot before I ever got
The love of my father 
Choosing a powdered remedy 
With suicidal tendency's 
He passed to me

So I gave to them
A father whom had a father
To cowardly to fill his shoes
So he wore his without socks and sizes small
Creating a stench

Cologne could not disguise
As I see our son grow
Wanting to do all he can to fill his shoes
Unrealized there warn of sole
This cycle has to be broken
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Jolo Avatar
January 25, 2016 at 10:54 PM
I can feel it. Love the write. Bless you...
A   Avatar
January 25, 2016 at 8:23 PM
deep write Tiffany, I do hope the cycle is broken, sad to hear of what was passed on. LINDA
Turner Avatar
January 25, 2016 at 8:20 PM
Your passion is overflowing. A very sad but unfortunately true terrible cycle.
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