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My Dad, In Ink

Poetry By: J A Morales

This is for my father

Submitted:Oct 12, 2007    Reads: 197    Comments: 4    Likes: 5   

I sit here drinking beer

Watching TV but only to pass the time

I laugh occasionally

But only because I want something to do

I do this because something of me is empty

I never cried when he went away

An emotion I suppressed trying to be a man

I think of him always

He made me who I am

But when he broke

I did as well

A mirror image of him

I am proud

To call him father


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