A touching piece, Edward.

Lured by the bright lights of big city FREEDOM
You left and became a teacher so noble, so fair
Uncle, how I wished you could’ve taught me
About first loves, heartbreak, as maelstroms of
Growing pains and befallen beliefs sundered
My maudlin sense of self 
Grief chiseled its unctuous initials 
Into my skin, seeping into our shared bloodline
A bond that never was, could never materialize
How you would have saved me from the loathing
If you knew your nephew, bright-eyed and eight
Was just like you, would you have stayed?
For the Man Who Could Have Guided Me
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Edward Swafford
John Hansen PAL
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Aug 27, 2024
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A touching piece, Edward. Thank you for this tribute to your Uncle Frank. We need an older person in our lives that we can relate to, and he was obviously that to you.
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Written by John Hansen PAL
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Freelancer, short fiction writer, and award-winning poet who loves experimenting with different styles and genres. Writing is in my soul and it won't leave!
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