Kira Price Poet I do not know?

Fatherless Child

He told me “tell my son his father was a good man”, over and over.
He believed so I believed that the warmth of his last request would keep our hearts full until we
all meet again.
I hope heaven treats him kind; one of a kind that man.
On earth he was in mint condition; crisp as his shirt collar and smooth as silk sheets.
The only man of my dreams now exists there eternally.
In reality, my son’s much too young to know of death’s calling.
Besides, law abiding citizens shouldn't meet such misfortunes while the rest of the world frolics 
in ungratefulness
Still as the world turns I will raise my fatherless child.

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Brian Cooper March 13, 2014 at 1:40 AM A kind and strong woman indeed to shield a child from the real world's harsh stark realities until old enough to bear the burden of real life. I hear sorrow and ager at the loss of the father while others celebrate as the cycle begins again. I hear you and understand but can never really know that pain. My best, Brian Kira Price March 13, 2014 at 11:08 AM Thanks Brian for sharing that. Most don't understand :-)

Pace Ink-U-Script January 21, 2014 at 9:31 AM Oh wow...love your work Kira!! Can't wait to read more.

Aiyah Torres January 16, 2014 at 10:15 AM bless your kind heart,Kira!!! ..bless all the moms in the world who raise their child alone.. :)) i'm proud to meet a girl like you..!!! exceptional is your poem.. :)) huggsss!!! :0))