Family Poetry posted July 23, 2008

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My son is dying

Here at the end, we see eye to eye

by G.B. Smith

Goodbye Norman, my son
Somewhere in time, we drifted apart.
When you said you wanted nothing to do with me
it nearly killed me, and took a piece of my heart.

You said that I gave you away. What I did was give you a chance.
Next month on the seventeenth, you'll turn thirtyfive.
Your uncle called to tell me that you might not be alive.

Cancer said he, without even a glance,
he ripped open my heart, I never stood a chance.
You are my youngest son, when you were born it made my heart dance.

Now with only months to live,
you won't let me close enough to feel the love I can give.


Norm and I have been estranged for 20 years. This news just cut my heart to the core. Thanks for taking the time to read & review it. This is a true story
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