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MY LOST SONS

You are gone from me,
six hundred miles away,
intinse l t01J.m, that Auet.i.n , Texae-s-
and all I get are Polaroid pictures
in the mail, once a month.
So tohat: am _[ supposed to think.
Yeah, what '8 best [o» yOUj
what's best for the kids--
but rmj mind in eorroo reel.e,
T canno-t tiii.nk fop SU1'e,
jUBt feel d01Jn in the matrroia
that what's best fop me
is good for them--
a simple equation:
happy daddy, happy sons.
So tahen the Launjer« t:e II me
that I can do nothing,
that Imj major duty is to pay
Ln cash, not in love,
that I must accept,
for g Lor-ioue Ametrican echoo l.i.nq,
eeparat-i.onn l aet-inq ten months,
the anger bui. Lde , Chi Ldren,
I iooul.d ourse anything:
the state, oustom,
your' good mother, anything,
wiping clear the rage from eyes
in the bathroom.

- Charl.ee B.Taylor