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Bellicose, BelligerentBellicose, belligerent, sometimes would describe my father to me, Not the easiest person from my past, that's how I felt it to be, Now he's gone I feel the time for understanding is finally here, There's no room in life for pain, no more time for grudges to bear, It could be that I never understand why he was the person he was, Perhaps it's no longer important, that's just the way it was, because, I wasn't him or knew what had created his outlook on the world, What events influenced his upbringing as his personality unfurled, To me he's an enigma, sometimes emotionally soft, also hard as nails, I chose to be the opposite, however I reconsider as his memory pails, I now see why I become the person I am and I need to thank him for, Teaching me to be my own person, provide opportunity to my own door, I always plan to visit his grave as I fly home from a land so far away, This time there will be some closure, and there between us it will stay, Parents brought me into this world, I am grateful for what they have done Blessed with our own, he has a heritage passed on for generations to come Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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