I don’t know much
I don’t even know his name.
Do we look different
or do we look the same?
What color are his eyes,
green, brown, or blue?
I want to see his face,
does he want to see mine, too?
Is he a short man,
or is he very tall?
I have so many questions.
I know nothing at all
Where does he live?
What color is his hair?
Does he know I’m alive?
Does he even care?
There are others missing also,
a grandma and grandpa, too.
Do I have aunts and uncles
and lots of cousins, too?
I will keep asking questions
someone has to know.
I will keep asking questions
until the answers flow.
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I guess this is again talking about your father.keep writing these kind of writes it will probably help to get it help.I feel for you.You know though you may just be better off without him, probably not what you want to hear but some people just can't be a parent harsh but true.Another emotional piece giving us a personal glimpse of you well done
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Is this referring to the same "stranger" from your other poem, or is this an idea on its own? Nice write either way, and I love the background as well.
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Wow, sounds like you are rounding a bend. Is this the stranger you speak of? Very moving in simplicity.
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Oh I know this feeling.. I hope you are feelin better hunny! *hugs*
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here here never give up
never give in , win win win
it's simplistics make it that much more touching
great write plain and simple
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