Poem -

Son

Therapy with poetry

He’s me before the pain, he could become me if I change.

Who I am now would not suffice, I need more discipline to grow.

My son will become a version of me, my  closets must be clean.

When I see in myself what I want for my boy to eventually become

I know I must change in order to grow by living a clean life, I will be able to become

 

 

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.Rob

Thanks WB. Happy holidays 

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