Your Unread Letter.

Your very first
My most important

Your hand
My thumb
You held it so tight
I couldn't hold my tears

Every night
To make sure you're fed

My side
Her side
You in the middle
Across from your neglected crib

Left foot
Right foot
Your first steps
Corners were quickly covered

Fast forward
Slow down
You're getting so big
I always did my very best

She yelled
I cried
Those three words
You weren't mine

She left
You left
You met your dad
I found vices to cope

Few words
Left unsaid
You're still too young to know
That although not by blood

You were still my son.


◄ No Questions Answered.

Not A Poem, I Just Don't Want To Forget. ►


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Isurugi Noe

Fri 19th Jan 2018 16:00

Touching, even if heart breaking. The last line being past tense just makes it sadder. What is the significance of the title?

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