a father, a buyer, the head of a house
one winter month on a Valentine's day
a very long time since you went away
a son, a lover, an ornery pest
a fixer, destroyer like some of the rest
blamed it on battles, long over; hard fought
scars there are many from turmoil they brought
a legacy of anger and one of despair
a legion of others who've also been there
a memory that lives, well instilled in a child
maybe not deserved, but given with smiles
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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