A Letter To My Father

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life

Deep within my heart I like to think that where you be,
you know the pain I feel that makes my soul slump wearily,
the agony that causes tears to easily dispense,
the aching of my core at times that seem to be intense.
 
I guess that it’s a longing that I’ve always felt inside,
a strength I know that came from you in which I’ve held with pride,
there’re times throughout my life when everything has felt awry,
the risk that what may kill me are the things I’ve held inside.
 
I’ve worn your name in honor mixed with something; maybe joy,
it also drapes the shoulders of my growing baby boy,
the James sits next to Lewis with a W between,
eleven letters morph to form the rumblings of a king.
 
I know without a doubt a letter’s not supposed to rhyme,
your son’s a cunning linguist with a fully loaded mind,
that bucks what this society embraces as the norm,
but then again you know that don’t you? Bravely in the storm,
 
I’ve stood and haven’t flinched no matter what I’m showered with,
the comfort of your spirit’s what I feel empowered with,
this letter hasn’t made much sense I know but here’s the rub,
I send it out to you because I know you’ll feel the love…
 
On my mind and in my heart always…
 
Your son,
James Willie Lewis AKA The Cunning Linguist