This poem is personal and a tribute for  my son Philip Michael so dont fucking rain on my parade please. I needed to write it




Philip Michael by M.A.Meddings

Do not ask if I am dead
You already know
For I died long ago
Along with the remnants
Of my words
That I would always love you
And in the end nothing mattered
Nothing counted
Except  what we did
What we produced
Philip Michael
That was what we were  






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Written on 2006-11-13 at 15:19

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BlueyedSoul
Excellently expressed from the deepest parts of you. Your eloquence coats the cathartic write.

~Blue
2006-11-15



I can see so much of you in these lines
2006-11-13


penfold18
As always you write from the heart Mike, and if you felt the need to do this then as always you have my support my friend, its a fine tribute.
2006-11-13


Lourdes
heartbreaking and beautiful
2006-11-13


stevelee
Very touching, very true. Regards Steve
2006-11-13


Kathy Lockhart
I am without words Mike. I am deeply moved by the deep emotions that are the life of this poem.
2006-11-13