27 – FATHERS MIND

Posted on January 27, 2014 by Ken Greenman

yet,
when I see my little baby
little champ,
part of me
filling my living with drops of hope,
worry and doorjamb inch marks,
I love.
yet
when I see my little boy
Champ!
of whom I am part
sucking life from me in drops of worry
hope and doorjamb inch marks,
See him bowing beside my grave
to sigh relief along with sadness,
I hate.
And when I think of how
I love
my life and his mother…
God damn him!
I hope I live
to bury the bastard!
yet…

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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