William J. Jr. Atfield Poet Rhyme

Heather

Heather

Thoughts for you to see – never to be sent –
about the relationship between parents and son.

Joyce and Bud Lissimore

Tender miracles should await
compassionate forgiveness, – your fate –
your son’s need and need to state,
if he is to take wing, be set free

of all that binds his spirit, his soul
to that forest - he cannot see the tree.
To see all that hides, you do not know
of all that is meant, that does not show.

Left in the darkness with nowhere to go.
Lost experiences, experiences never to come.
Lives apart, moments without sum
add up to life without your grandson.

Pride dominates, and a world of grays
will fill your days without the feel of son
without the experience of a warm sun
as you end up living nothing but gray days.

B. J. “A ” 2
July 3rd 2004

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Jan Allison December 15, 2014 at 4:58 PM so sad when a relationship sours for some reason especially where innocents like a child are missing out:-( Lets hope bridges can be built:-) Hugs jan xx William J. Jr. Atfield December 15, 2014 at 6:08 PM How true my Dear, “ so sad when a relationship sours ” and I have a feeling that Joyce, and Bud, have yet – even after ten years – resolved their differences with their son. “ Lets hope bridges can be built:-) ”, I seldom see them, especially after the games she played with me, so have no person knowledge of where their family dynamics lie . Hugs and Kisses Bill . ( B. J. “A ” 2 )