cluttering the net since 2001

my son wrote a poem tonight

Sunday, Oct. 20, 2002
how can I make you understand

what kind of boy I rilly am

how can I mak you undestud

that I can be rilly good

if you dont let me explain

then I can get in a lot of pain

His poem was enough to make me cry for an hour...

There’s really and truly so much going on and I know that he’s so confused. This poem is proof. I think he and I are going to have to go somewhere and just be together for a while so he can explain. Despite the sadness of his poem, I am so damned proud of his ability to write and express himself at such a young age. I love him so much I think I "rilly cant mak it understud"
11:26 p.m. ::
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