Mom and Dad Mom and DadI’m sorry I wentBut, I had to goIt had to be soHe was so sweetYet, I was so weakHe took advanceI was only 14What should I do?He was 30I’m not aloneMom, don’t cryDaddy, I’m sorryI’m and angel now Others are Reading Local Witness Under Influence? Time Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: On the Ground: a Personal Essay on Courage FLARE on GOD 122 Untitled Poem 3 On the Path Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * 1 + seven =