Virgin Composition
This crumbled up loose leaf soothes me,
And it’s brown edges make me loose sleep,
As I read this paper, and I review these
Almost ancient words, that paint this urge,
To grow, to learn, and sustain the surge
That made me grab a pen the first time.
That made me urge rhymes, and word lines
In ways that would help us to merge minds.
And, mother, I love those old memories.
When you would teach, and I'd begin to see
Outside the box; it’s what you instilled in me.
A writer’s spirit; grammar, to new concepts.
You taught me to stay in a given context
So It’s hard to see my beautiful mom rest....
But this 1st poem I wrote triggers this child
Not to morn, but remembered with smiles
So I’ll write as memories sustain this purge,
You gave the gift to paint pictures with words.
My beloved son, together we shared a unique bond
You had a passion for writing, and you needed songs
You'd plead and stomp So I helped free your thoughts
Our bond is lost, but fear not, Still I see and watch
I witnessed your gifts blossom and your talents rise
I see you apologize and cry for my untimely demise
A thousand times I'd try to guide your true potential
Instilled in you the truth, and a few new essentials
you grew from crayons to pencils, still I feel pride
see you read our first poem and watch you die inside
Its not your fault dont cry, I will always be with you
But one thing is true... I love you son and I'll miss you
First verse-Wicked
second verse-Tactixx
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