Fruit from the family tree bears no fruit in a garden so empty of ,
the natural kindness of a parental smile and the sunshine of our love .
For so long you have fed me poison words , that turned my blood so cold , it froze .
Our love has died a slow death, but will our children also pass in repose ?
I look inside where truth cannot hide what is withering out in the cold
So I've dug a hole as deep as the soul where I hope new roots will take hold .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-10-09 12:37:49
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