Fly away home birds to the sky Death never asks nor answers why
My father could not bother to Have anything at all to do With his strangely quiet baby Now and then my mother maybe No feeling no dealing with me So he agreed to disagree And threw us both into the street
Into disorderly retreat Back to where my mother began With her own mother as before Giving birth to this child this man Who came home late to leave no more Alone and broken just as she Was in my heart a weeping sore
And after all these years here I Bury them all now as I die
Well my friend as I know you are now stronger and better off then you were before I see this poem as a wise and open methaphor of the life you have lived and continue to live but now free of the chains of past. At least that is how I read the images you offer openly here to your readers. Well done my friend and fellow poet.
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