The times you spent with them


The moments of happiness and joy 


Kisses, hugs, and compassion only shown by the truest of men 


Those moments will never return, you were merely a boy 


A boy raised like a chick under a hen 


You are a coward, scared, knowing you played them like a toy 


Now you watch them cry in there den 


Tears rushing down there eyes, swimming around in them like a Koi


Knowing you still can, you choose to slap there feelings with a pan 


A pan filled with pain and hatred, hiding your emotions and using a decoy 


Never too late, never too soon, get them back and live a life filled with joy...


This poem is about: 
My family
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