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The Gift Of My Fatherhood
Haunted by yesterday and memories embedded in my soul;
I am determined to make up for the jollity it stole;
With a hopeful heart and an ardent, faithful mind,
I endeavor every day, to leave the past, behind!
Why may I not pay riddance, this anguish-
Why do I allow its spectre to to languish
Within me, stealing my todays, as well?
When will this end? I guess only time will tell!
Long-held beliefs have become myths of naivete;
The justice I believed a birth right, is now that for which I pray,
Nightly, sometimes hourly-and not only for me-
I pray too, for my Daughters, and for the gift of my Fatherhood, to be!
'This too shall pass'-yes, when this justice is restored;
'This' shall pass, and my long-sought peace of mind, assured!
-Maurice Harris,5 June 2011
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