this is a poem i have yet to write.
when the words come to me, it still won't be as beautiful as this picture.
i love seeing pictures like this.
is it because there was no male father figure when i was growing up and i fantasized having a family like this, or is it because images like this are so rare outside of a church that seeing it makes me smile,
or both?
i remember when i was a child, any black man i saw that didn't have a ring on his finger, i would tell them about my mother. i wanted a dad badly. my sister would be upset because in her mind, her father was always around...
for Her.
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Showing posts with label fathers. Show all posts
21 October 2010
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