HE WALKED ON WATER, HE COVERED MY UNIVERSE,HE HELD HIS FIRST DAUGHTER ALL NIGHT
LONG FOR A STRAIGHT YEAR, HE HOVERED OVER US AS THE LIGHTING STRUCK NEAR, LIKE A
PAPA BEAR WIPING HIS LITTLE CUBS TEARS. HIS VOICE DEEP AS A MOUNTAIN LION, SOFT AS A
KITTEN WHEN HE WAS CRYING, THE CONSTANT THRUST OF HIS PAST, ALWAYS REMINDED HE
WAS BORN LAST, NEVER DETERRED IN HIS POSITION AS A DAD,RULED HIS CUBS WITH A STERN
HAND, EVEN WHEN THINGS WENT BAD. LIKE THE THUNDER IN THE NIGHT, TOOK HIM RIGHT TO
THE BREAKDOWN
WHEN SARA LEFT HIS LIFE. A STREAM OF POISON RAGING THROUGH HIS CANCER STRICKING
BODY, MADE ALL THAT KNEW HIM SAD, THE ONES THAT WERE CLOSE SIMPLY CALLED HIM
MONTE, AND WE JUSTKNEW HIM AS DAD
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