My real life.
My youngest son, who I love with all I am.
An answer to a simple, but emotion-provoking, prompt.
When you were very small.
Oh, whatever mercy there may be May it be on him now With all my heart Please
A vital part of the Atlanta scene.
Why should I come home? he texts, There is nothing for me there. So there’s not: there’s only us, Only moments we could share. Only life and only living, Only taking, resting, giving. But I know it’s too much bother So, don’t bother. Love, Your Father