November 13th 2017 - Part 3

hip of hemlock to forego discontent with bing hue man, who cherished tender mother-son glue and wondrous tribulation,  I harbored enshrined and unwittingly flew from pristine sanctuary secured deeply in consciousness, which access to retrieve circumstances of myself as a boy still dwells in this man shun - clew less nothing can recreate, nor reconstruct boyhood, teenage and adult hood pangs scare me wide-awake whar frightful dreams serve as boo stirring of dormant sentiment, especially thee 13th day n 11th month of each year the aura, charisma, and persona, veer dims sum milk of human kindness bequeathed tear ring inner sanctum, where this offspring doth miss his mum, he doth rare lee shed light, only when faux pause (all faux) aye scrawl a mini opus knowing you will never be cognizant, extant, for me to grant mere cathartic expunging in situ flowing emotions hear able only to live kith and kin or akin to Rapunzel unfurling tress buffeted hair inside my being for love unspoken dare ring father hood got taught true value, sans two beautiful grand daughters ye would marvel poignant traits, and disbelief that this bare wren wove within DNA lasses who usher an air.