We are all
unlearned
Uneducated
Born of
creatures
Who either
hinder
Or who guide
us
Gentle is
their touch
Or harsh is
their whip
Spiteful
words of anger
No cuts
still I bleed
Tender
kisses given
From the
shadows carried
Burdened with
my weight
And when
your chest grew
In pride
swelled and true
The first
person
I reached
out to
Every day was
you
A beacon
drawing
My sorrow to
shelter
A port in
life’s storm
With you I knew
i
Was never
alone
You are not
my mother
Nor my
father either
You were
someone who
Picked me
from a garden
Of flowers
overgrown
Showered me
with love
And made me
your own
I count my
blessings
Every day
for giving
You to me
and hope
One day I will
be
The same kind
of dad
That you
were to me
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