"Welcome back to the neighborhood"
I see I've finally come back again this way,
to pick up the pieces from long ago
for me my friend, it's just another day.
.
The child in me continues to reach out
yet the adulthood must walk the mile,
with unhealed scars from the potholes in life
I see it's still gonna take me awhile.
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Real happiness was buried a few years back
when a child that stole my heart,
lost his life on an early spring morning
and I try to keep myself from coming apart.
.
I know he still resides within this soul
because ink flows so easy from this pen,
and time becomes available for those in need
almost as if he has become my twin.
.
"Welcome back to the neighborhood"
I can see my attitude hasn't lost its shine,
to give of myself to any that ask
some how must be "Some sort of sign"
.
for it helps me grow even more into the man
that you see before you here today,
welcome back to the neighborhood my friend
I'm glad you've come back to stay!
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Picking up the pieces ... "unhealed scars" ... and the loss of a child you dearly loved. And yet within, or despite of, all these challenges, your spirit is inspired to write beautiful poetry. So indeed ... "Welcome back to the neighborhood ... I'm glad you've come back to stay!" 
