Dear Father, Dear Mother,, by Dana Subscribe to rss feed for Dana

Father, I feel this one's for you.
I am so concearned and confused with what you do.
Anger, frustration, I feel your pain.
I wonder if you will ever gain,
respect for yourself and those that surround,
your life and your home and where you belong.

My mother is also heavy on my mind.
I am worried and troubled with her great bind.
Twisting and pulling, 
how much can she take?
Does she ever wonder if she's made a mistake?

Sorrow and love seem to combine,
when I think of these two people in my life.
How different they are yet perfectly matched.
Their love is what created this fine batch.

A bundle of joy, 
for them to embrace,
a resembelance to,
each others face.
A lasting memory that will never fade.
The time and the place that I was made.
Posted: 2005-11-13 01:54:35 UTC

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