I was brought into this world by a mother
who loved me with a passion that only a
son could understand.
A mother who coddled protected and
cherished with a deep loving soul like
only a mother could.
This child of a home in turmoil felt the
anguish and pain of abuse yet someone bigger
than me was in control that protected and
watched over my tiny soul.
I fought in the streets where I was raised
up to defend my father’s name and honor
with lots of pain. A father who left me to
fend for myself and face the humiliation
of being his son.
A diamond in the rough-looking to be
found and given a chance before the mean
streets took full control of my life.
An angel came forward and flew from
the heavens to lift this boy up and place
me under his wings.
A savior dragging me gently from hell
this mortal man a father I never had who
guided and mentored me and taught me
how to love and respect showed me the
importance of people and how were all
connected in life’s struggles.
It wasn’t easy for me as I fell a few times
and wandered from the mark, yet he was
steadfast and always there to set me
back on course.
An angel he was and friend for a father
replacement with so much hope for his
student and son he never was blessed with.
Disappointment I never gave him and
loved him for saving me from myself and
the mean streets of hell.
So I lift up a glass to myself and to my
saving Angel as tears fall and remembrance
respected to a man who made me who I am
He passed to the other side of living and I
know he looks down from the big library in
the sky with a gentle smile of gladness for
who I have become.
I miss you my friend, brother and father
and thank you for the many birthdays we
spent together and one day will tip our
glasses again with the sweet nectar from the vine.
Happy birthday Vincent you’ve made it down
the long and winding road and survived yet
the thicket of thorns, you now can smell
and taste the rose’s sweet scent of
human kindness forevermore.
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