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Will We Survive?
One life can lead to another,
Ones sorrow can lead to another’s happiness
But dad, were you sorry for having me?
Or am I just another unplanned child you carried away?
No, I was planned
Planned into the life of a relationship so strong,
Glass can’t break us apart.
I am your lava and you are my steel, that can’t be burned away.
You show me love and I show you joy that
Makes you smile your cheeks away.
My mind sits at an angle that can’t be tilted over a cliff so deep.
You created me and I shall no longer feel destroyed.
You are the man who’s shield is a shimmering star of light reflected
Through my eyes.
I see you as a man of duty and one to be noble to his young.
We are as if a play set has broken down and come back together
For play again.
I smile a gracious smile at you that gleams through your eyes.
You want not to see a perfect creation crumble into ashes of nothing.
If hatred was not to consume me, then
How can it be so easy for me to love?
You don’t see the burden of flames that has
Burned the memories of my child hood away.
For I am grateful that you are my dad,
How hard, gruesome times keep us apart.
We share a bond of Moses and his staff,
We can’t be broken, nor perfect.
We will survive.
Jonte’ De Janette