Only the Memories, and the moments that shaped them.., Truly hold the value of this gift called Life…

A Fathers Silent Tear Drop

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With Ms Hill in the background with Passion I write with a frown when I look down seeing

my young seeds grow in a World I hardly recognize anymore. A World without loved ones

and friends held in thought and memory clinging to the lessons they gave me, their love

saved me from thoughts wrapped in stone trying to drown me in a river flowing violent,

running with violence in tow trying to drag its victims low, but I sowed good seed with

deep roots so no matter how the current rages I keep these seeds and their hopes anchored

to pages where my spirit dwells in-between lines bordering hidden tears… “God Bless the

Fathers that fight with me to up lift this next generation past tragedy, and wipe away

these tears no Man can see…, as they depart from me… “