November 9th

A bittersweet day for me 
it's a day of celebration but
lacks one thing ever since my
15th birthday their was only 
one voice I wanted to hear 
giving me wishes I hoped
maybe in a dream you would speak
to me,but you weren't there 
my birthday has never been 
the same since you died dad
I'm 24 today i hope you would 
be proud of your son
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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November 10, 2011 at 5:41 AM
I have enjoyed reading your poetry and wish you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be Richard. May inspiration come into your soul each and every day. I will stop in at the Soup and see how you are doing from time to time. Love and best wishes always, Carol
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