My Three Sons
I’m just like the first man Adam, for God blessed me with three sons;
The first was very evil; with the Devil did he run!
The next two were the sweetest Angels, that a man could ever know;
The first the Beast of Satan, his brothers, “Best of Show”!
Call me crazy if you want to, but I know of what I speak;
For unlike killing brother Abel, it is “my” death the first does seek!
He’s hurled his slings and arrows, and tried to take me down;
But thank God I’m so much smarter, and his antidote I found!
“That” would be my two dear doggies, the sons I never had;
Who love me unconditionally; they worship me, their Dad!
So I’ve cast Cain right out of Eden, to wallow in Hells’ mire;
My decision is now final, till the day that I expire!
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H  Larry  I was sad to read this poem
I relate to some aspects of it, IÂ had a few fall outs with myÂ
daughter when she was younger and she moved out twice to go andÂ
live with her dad the first time it floored me IÂ was heartbroken andÂ
begged her to come back she did after three months  it was my birthday around that time
i never had a card or any greeting s off her The second time she wentÂ
was around mothers day nothing again,it hurt so much but i put my foot down and thoughtÂ
i wont let her hurt me again so i didn`t ask her back the second timeÂ
i come home from work one day to find her painting my hallway. And asking me please could she comeÂ
back, i said the door was always open for her but i would`nt allow her to hurt meÂ
again, and although ill always love her i did`nt like back then.and i told her that. We bicker now but have not fallen out since,i see why you dote on your Nico and Cody they give love unconditionallyÂ
children sometime`s can be selfish and think of themselves first and it hurts,
Take care Both big hugs and love Debs
Hi Dear Debs,
Sounds like you've been there, done that too! Sometimes their timing is amazing, as you described your birthday and Mother's Day, as ones she chose to leave you on. However, it sounds like you have some sort of an equitable relationship with her now. In my case, I have lost track of how many times I have "reopened the door", only, all too soon, to have it slammed shut in my face again! I called a world renowned locksmith, who has made my door impossible to open, for anyone who is not pure of heart. Thank you for your lovely note!
Hugs, Peace and Love,
xox Larry
Oh gosh this is a hard piece to talk about because I know how much you are hurting right now. I need you to be strong though my darling and be there for Linda as she is for you. I totally understand how she feels because I`ve been piggy in the middle too, so I know what she is going through, trying to bolster you up whilst being fare too. I`ll tell you my piggy tales in a letter one day when you are very, very bloody bored my darling, believe me you`ll need to be desperate for company to hear them!!
I love you, I think I may have said that before to you!!......or have I??!! My memory`s shocking these days!!....It must be dry rot setting in!! But there again it could very well be bloody woodworm again!!! Who knows?....Who bloody cares?....It`s so much more fun being a nutcase....and hey...I`m bloody good at it though kiddo.... and that`s what`s important!!!
G xx
Hi Dear G,
Oink, Oink, I would be happy to listen to your "piggy tales" any time you would like to relate them to me. In fact, my favorite toy when I was young was my piggy bank, ha, ha! As for the poem, not to fear, for everything is well in hand now. You have never told me you love me before, and if you believe that, I would like to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge!!Â
I love you too, sweetie,
xox Larry
Is that the bridge that crosses over to New York? That would be fun trying to carry that over here wouldn`t it?!!
Love you too
G xx
Dear G,
Yes, and there is an old joke in America about gullible people who have purchased the Brooklyn Bridge.
Love ya,
Larry