The AppleA Poem by IsidoraApples never fall far from the tree; you would think he'd know that by now...
Hi; how’re you? Did you see my face In the newspaper? They say I’m smart, That I can do things, And be just like you! Will you come home now? Hello; how are you? Does life treat you well? Are all her prayers And her loving you Enough to ensure Your eternal happiness? She still cries for you... Hello; how are you? I have been fine; Life treats me well Because of her work. Because she loved me, My life is secure. Where were you? Hello; how are you? She is still dying. I worry about her, But she’s at peace; Her only thought Is for your life. You ungrateful b*****d... Hello; how are you? You haven’t written; I would worry, but That’s how you are. You care about you, And never about her. Do you even have a heart? Hello; how are you? She’s buried now; I’d hoped you would At least show up. You know, she never Would stop loving you. You told her you’d come back... Hello; how are you? I don’t have her now, And I lost my life’s love. Now, all I can see Is growing old, alone, Bitter, and unable to love. See, Father? I grew up to be just like you… © 2008 IsidoraAuthor's Note
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Added on May 29, 2008Last Updated on May 29, 2008 AuthorIsidoraAbout"Lord Manoach, Brother of Death, Benevolent Guide, lend these Thy strength. Assist us that follow Thee; give us power over those that would destroy Thy children. Grant us Thy powers of Death, that we .. more..Writing
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