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Poetry By: angellynn

This is about an accidental shooting where the dad takes the blame for his son.He had already diappointed his sons by not spending enough time with them. He wasn't about to let his oldest son spend time for something his dad could had prevented. Keeping loaded guns in a home where children can get to them is dangerous. Please unload your weapons, and put them in a safe place. Do it before another child dies.

Submitted:Mar 7, 2009    Reads: 280    Comments: 19    Likes: 15   


A single cot no window view

four concrete walls I think of you

another mark upon the wall

one more tear from my eyes fall


I wait my turn to walk the mile

in my mind I see your smile

I lie awake to hear my call

one more tear from eyes fall


I took your place accepting blame

already diappointed shame

You were too young so very small

one more tear from my eyes fall


It was my gun you found that day

I refuse to throw your life away

your brothers gone it`s all my fault

one more tear from my eyes fall


Its almost twelve my time is near

I hope you know my hearts sincere

I love you son I guess thats all

one more tear from my eyes fall





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