Without his light

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    Without his light
    A rainy day to start my life.

    My sons first birthday without his light.

    I, wish to hold him and watch him laugh.

    But I, cannot stand to see this pass.

    No walks in the park.

    No ice-cream after a game.

    Just a heart stricken father who’s heart is full of pain.

    I, wish to hold him and kiss him goodnight.

    On my sons first birthday.

    He's without his light.

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    Donna commented on Without his light

    04-28-2009

    sorta been there. hate that there is this kind of pain, but its all too real unfortunatly. very sad, but a good poem.
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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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