Relative Stranger
You speak not of me nor question my existence
You walk through life on the path of least resistance
Black sheep am I your name to you I shame
True loss I have known yet you take no blame
Your face now I would not recognize
Take no pride in this ask but neither should you sympathize
For my life and dreams have flourished
With my heart and love my children I have nourished
My gifts from heaven these boys have been
With time I have watched them grow into wonderful young men
Great treasures life has given me
Your daughter and her children you will never see
My father am I buried somewhere in your memory?
Doubtfully which does not surprise me
When your time on Earth has ended
This is one fence you will not have mended
Sadly one thing I am sure we will both share
Neither one of us will care
Copyright © Shannon Goodson | Year Posted 2006
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