I remember growing up
and looking up
as he towered over me
cared for me
and loved me
It was not his fault
that he was
left handed.
Keck handed
the schools said,
as they tied his
hand behind his back
and bade him use
their
right hand.
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The righting,
in front of peers
pleased the principal
but marred his fears,
bright brain
and future.
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He grew into a man
and was ever
slower and insecure,
and our war born
boy irritated
the hell out
of our war torn Dad.
With tear filled eyes
I felt his pain
in punishments
passed out.
———————–
He left to
make a go
in the forces,
he learned to
cook and clean
and radioactive
waste
grew in
him,
slew
him
too
soon.
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I love him,
I miss him
and his love.
