WOW! those poems are deep, you know my mother left my dad when I was bout three years old and i never met him. All I have of him is a picture to remember him by and all the things my mother says to me about him. Unfortunately when I went to Purto Ricao a few years a go to go c him I found out that he had died from aids, so therefore I just live with the pain that my daughter will never meet her "real" granfather.
Also my stepdad died from liver cancer becuase he was an alcoholic and that was painful........As human beings we have to endure major pain to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I hope your pain has eased with time as eased with time............................
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Enith
REMEMBER WHERE YOU ARE DOES NOT DEFINE WHERE YOU RE GOING..............
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