My Friend, a Father
Some people think
and then they say,
I understand
you feel this way.
When actually
they have no clue,
What on earth
life's like as you.
Though meaning well
the words, they bite,
Without the pain
of true insight.
To lose a son
who bears your name,
We can not know
or feel the same.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
March 8, 2008
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