To my Son Nick

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To my Son Nick

Nicholas, you are my oldest boy and you have been through a lot in your life. When you were born you changed my world. You made me so happy sometimes you would just site in your bed and just laugh and play and look at the ceiling as if angels were talking to you. You were such a bundle of joy. My life revolved around you. You made my life change. You had a few complications as a young child to where i almost lost you but somehow God knew I needed you in my life. Then when you became a teen you were also such a great child you didn’t give me any problems in school or at home. You got burned 80% of your back and i didn't think you would make it but you did. You were such a strong boy even though you were in so much pain but we got through it. The years flew by and you finished school, you got out there and started to become a man. Then the devil try to break you down by making you have a car accident the almost took yours and your brother’s life. You were pronounced dead at the accident but they revived you and life lighted you to the hospital you had multiple broken bones and they didn’t think you would make it I thought I was going to lose you but you hung in there and made it through. They called you the miracles boy because of the trauma you went through. Then you picked yourself back up and got you feet on the road again. Then you tell me you want to go live with your aunt and not with me it hurt so bad no words can explain. but i understood why and held my tears back but it still hurt so deep inside. Then you tell me you in love and your thinking about marriage. Oh, how I tried not to cry just to think my baby is growing up. You have brought so much to my life and no matter what decisions you make in life I’ll always be there for you.

 

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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