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 deadYou 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
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2006-11-13 at 15:19
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