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Wulfman Adventures I am thankful for you, son. I am always proud of you.
I am honoured to have you for my son.
Thankful I take time to listen to you.
Talk of stories, school, movies and video games.
Now I long to hear you.
I miss our times, miss us all together.
The man I was before your birth
has grown, learn and changed.
What you spoke, woke me up to the selfish greed.
The fear I saw in your eyes, unveiled mine.
The broken heart I hear in phone calls, shook me.
"Why do you drink if it makes you sick?"
I don't know son.
"I don't want to loose my dad. I need someone to be my Super-Man."
"I am not going any where, Son. Oh yeah, who is your Super-Man?"
"You are my Super-Man. Dad you are silly."
I want to be your Super-Man son.
My last year living with you lead me to saving both of our lives.
For this, I am thankful for our love.
This is very sweet and deeply
This is very sweet and deeply touching. Love your writing.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
One phone call
I cannot remember how or when my son got the number where I was staying, but I got a call from him saying "I am losing my dad and I am scared. I don't want to lose him." If it wasn't for the phone bill, I would have thought I imagined it in my detox. So, I saved my life and his from the troubles I was causing. I kept this poem though I didn't like it. Thank you.
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I am an artist of words as well as paints.