Always my source of brightest light
At war with yourself, a constant fight
Charming always but doubts her right
To befriend the world that’s dark as night
How I wish to see you shine
And see yourself with eyes of mine
You are my source of joy and pride
Your radiance you should never hide
Please burn bright your mighty flame
And scorch the hate from other’s blame
The warm reflection of your true self
A torch that’s wasted left on the shelf
When life becomes too much to bide
Remember my love for you burns deep inside
Love, Dad
About the Creator
Jesse Lee
Poems and essays about faith, failure, love, and whatever’s still twitching after the dust settles. Dark humor, emotional shrapnel, occasional clarity, always painfully honest.
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Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin5 days ago in Humor
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A blessed girl, to have a father like you!
Jesse, wonderful job