my son wrote a poem tonight
Sunday, Oct. 20, 2002
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"
