This is the time, when all he can do is to reminisce,
The child who once born, without expectation and premise.
Raised by his grandmother with love and affection;
Molded with principles, discipline and commiseration.
See also: Poet[ical] Nonetheless
Independent even though he needs attention,
Reserved and obedient, despite his inner nefarious personification.
A child seeking for someone or perhaps something:
Yearning and patiently waiting, as the years are passing.
A broken family and a broken identity:
Grew in a modern day concept and infidelity.
Brokenness and death stricken to the very core of his being;
Lost and hopelesness, an everyday long-suffering.
Deprived of love, a motherly love;
Deprived of a family, he wished he could have.
Fleeting years of what could have been a relationship, now just a dream:
Somewhere in his mind is hoping and wanting to scream.
Birthdays, graduations and different occasions;
Good tidings and joyful memories in every season.
Childhood, puberty, adolescence and or his existence;
Adulthood, fatherhood and all his experiences.
Fortitude, that what keeps him going:
Trusting everything to God, the faith he is believing.
A wife and a daughter that mended that great loss and disarray,
A love he found, not from a woman who once disowned him and ran away.
As he is creating this sonnet or perhaps a prosody;
He is contemplating from his heart, a familiar rhapsody.
Some things may have came out great and some came out tragic,
But it was all a ride, and life decisions never to be apologetic.
See also: NINETY-NINE ENCOUNTERS
The chapters of his life may have found its direction,
But still, a least part of his identity wanted a resolution.
This is just a reflection that could have been a perfect melody,
But this is just a ballad, a lyric from his heart; from a son who came from a broken family.
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