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If I can just gain strength…but I’m so tired…

Yearning for masculine muscular arms in which to retire…

Stopping to rest at the side of the road, looking around for relief…

Since you’ve been gone, my life has been without any peace…

I turned to Him in which you say your strength lies…

Hoping that He too will give me some solace, help this pain subside…

I’m just not like the others, I color outside the lines..

So when I go through something, I have to keep it confined…

So I stay going down this road not sure where it leads…

Hoping that I didn’t turn, in all the confusion but I must proceed…

I get many offers of help, looking deep into eyes that maybe full of deceit…

I haven’t found no man’s eye quite like yours, so back into my shell I retreat…

The only man that never let me down, to find one like you feels despairing…

Sit here and cry won’t change things, so up on my feet for more preparing…

Babies sole stability to spring broad into their adulthood arrival…

I can’t rest to long, so what my heartaches, I have to think of their survival…

I guess I stop as long as I did to let you know I miss you…

Finding strength in you, trying not to let my vision become askew…

Cause somehow dad you handle this all alone, with strength, love and grace…

Just thinking of the smile on your face, I didn’t see any worries, not a trace…

I’m not as strong as you because after 3 years and I still can’t find that place…

I just wish at the end of this long, hard race, if I stay on pace…

One of my rewards is finding comfort in your warm embrace…

Miss you Daddy!!!

Copyright © 2006 P.P. Vol 1

(orginally posted 12/11/06)

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Your strength is not  compromised by your tears 

You made it though the hard times before, despite your fears

Your support has constantly remained in the arrears         

But some how you’re been able to hold it down, and persevere

With grace, strength and qualities that endears

Your children know that you stand alone

But oblivious to your fears of the unknown

How do you make ends meet? Is a problem for the grown

You put them first, your happiness can be postponed

All the worries, grief and heartaches are for you to own

You’re just not making it, but your holding it down like what

 Steady kicking open doors that were once shut

You got kids to feed, and no one else seems to give a f&*k

Choice in co-parent like any gamble, you crap out and s&*t out of luck

But no satisfaction to the haters, so with your head up high, you strut

From getting up so early and going to bed so late

Balancing masterfully cause you have so much on your plate

Still looking good, keeping yourself up, no dates or no mate

Understanding that this just might be your fate

G-d seen your strength and competence to live in this state

Under this kind of pressure, some will never know

But Lord why me? He hears your cries of woe

You’re never ill equipped? G-d believes in quid pro quo

Seems reward for all this pain and strife is slow

Apropos, Developing a responsible adult, the gift to bestow

 And your final reward, heaven only knows….

Copyright © 2006 Pinkemeralds Poetry Vol. 1