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Mike you asked me to put some of
your poetry on my pages, so here is the one I chose..By the way readers, that is Mike and his lovely wife,Beth.. sorry for the quality of the picture.


Lemon Juice And Table Salt Poured Gently On Open Wounds


wasn't until now i had something to say
i felt your last breaths 50 miles away
felt you whisper goodbye to my mother
while i sat watching TV
heard you pass away
before i fell asleep
saw your eyes close
for the very last time
while i was at home pondering my crime
what i did to have you be thrown away
like the very last of angels
thrown from heaven in dismay
you lived like a father dedicated to his son
you died like a husband who knew who's time had come
a human being you are and were and will be
my father you are for all eternity
but i wonder from time to time
do you see me from above?
did you see me get handcuffed
did you see me fall in love?
have you seen my wife?
do you like her as well?
have you seen my friends?
do you think we're doing well?
do you think i am a coward for not being by your side
when you were on your bed in the hospital when you died?
are you ashamed of me that i wasn't the greatest son
or are you ashamed because i went out and had too much fun
could you hear me crying when you left this world that night
could you feel my regret as i said i should have told you goodbye?
i'm so sorry i didn't tell you when you were on that bed
i couldn't get my composure and my eyes were turning red
i saw your face if that makes you feel better
and hearing your voice for the last time made my heart settle
knowing you didn't want to live much longer was a disappointment
because maybe i wanted you here when i needed you for appointments
do you think mom was feeling as bad as i did when you went away?
do you think her smiles are an act for us she feels she has to play
that deep down inside she's still crying too
and thinks just as much as me that she misses you
do you think there are moments that she has like i do sometimes
when no one is around she'll just break down and cry
and wipes them away when someone comes around
and asks "are you okay?" and says "yeah just dust runnin around"
do you know how i feel, how terrible i am inside
that i wasn't with you on that night that you died?
daddy, can you hear me now that i'm sorry
for not being there, do you know i'm sorry?
i'm sorry for not being there, for denying i'm not okay
i didn't know you would go on that night during that day
i couldn't wake up from that dream for so long
and for the longest time i felt i did you wrong
i should have seen you there and touched your hand
i should said "goobye dad" if not something more grand
i should have said i loved you, and you were a great model for my life
or perhaps said without you i would strife
that you're an inspiration, a torch, a damned light
that made me who i am, a good husband to a good wife
and when i have kids
i want you to know
that that's where your light
will continuously grow
i wish i could say in your face how much you really meant
to a kid who quite honestly didn't have many friends
that you took me places that i'll never forget
and taught me things that are imbedded in my head
that love is not meaningless, and music soothes all
that suffer and hurt, even the angel that falls
i want to say to you i needed you most
when i heard grandfathers heart pass like the wind of a ghost
i'm tired, so tired of wishing this much
that suicide became an option i wish i had touched
i wonder if it was beth you introduced me to
i wonder if it was your way of saying "i'll miss you too"
wishing she could have met you, or at least said hello
to a man i will always remember, and that i'll always know
i hope you are good
wherever you are
and know i still think of you
when from friends i'm so far
i hope you will know that missing you will always be clear
and that these feelings will always be here
forever...

~~~~ By Mike Sargent (Serpo)









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