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Fred in search

Updated on July 17, 2013

In search of a short poem

Fred was like a lonely dove flying solo and always in search of the uncertain. All through his young life he was distance, not wanting to give a hundred percent of his self to any one.

As a child in his dark brown eyes was a hidden pain of desirable. When he reached manhood he travel from state to state trying to find happiness and a place to be belongs.

I remember one day Fred and I took a walk on the bay, sitting watching the ship sail across the waters. Auntie what's wrong with me he asked? I have driven my truck from coast to coast trying to fine what I am in search of but can't find it.

I took his hands in mine I could feel our pain connecting as a electric shock went threw our bodies. you know about my pain but your I really don't know why you are in so much pain. I know my parents loves me but I always felted something was missing; I was on the outsider looking in.

We sit for hours listening to the laughter of others, all around us. I knew he was in search of something he just couldn't find.

When my sister calls me and told Fred was gone, I knew that he had found what he was in search of. I didn't want to know the details of his demises of his short life, I was sure it would soon come. Sister I said to her, God has taken away your first born, there's no need of asking why because you won't get an answer. The pain you feel I still feel, my baby is smiling down at me, instructing me to go on. Fred was humorous he joyed life and was unique in his own way with no ties. Fred search is finally over, this lonely dove has finally made it home.

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      Maxine Daniels Foster 4 years ago from Boston MA

      When my son was murdered life for me stop. I kept asking God why my son but their was no answer. After years of feeling sorry for myself realize that my son was never mines. God had given me a special gift,that he could take bac any anytime.

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