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5/15/18
My Best Friend
A lifetime of disappointment
From one tragedy to another
It kills me to know
That I've become a heartache to my mother
Dear Mom,
Can't you see it's not the life I wish to led?
It's just my way of reaching out,
To fill one aching need
A need that goes on
And never reached and continues till the end.
When I come to terms with the loss of my father
My best friend
A friend who tried to understand
No matter what I've done
Who never, never failed to say
"I'll always love you, son"
We did everything together
We did what buddies do
He would say to me, "I won't always be here to do these things with you."
He must have known what lay ahead
Yet he suffered silently in his bed
He groaned and bared the pain he felt
And hide it all from me
But the days of hiding were over
All the good times in the past
Nothing on earth I could do
As my best friend breathed his last
So yes, Mom,
My life is crazy and Lord knows I've made you sad
My foolish deeds
My rebellious ways to you they seemed insane
But Mom, this is just my way of dealing with the pain
My pain will fade as time goes on and to you this poem I send
You've always been there, just like Dad
My mother, my best friend.
By Jack M. Branch #R17203
Florida State Prison
P.O. Box 800
Raiford, Florida 32083-0800
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