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    dots Submission Name: The Letterdots

    Author: Latin King
    ASL Info:    31/M/Los Angeles
    Elite Ratio:    2.39 - 104/232/145
    Words: 452
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       This story was told to me by my Father, and it was past down the line ever since... this is my version of it, but I wanted to share it with people because it is appropriate for Mother's Day, and because in reality we should obey and appreciate our parents, because they really do care about us!

    No Doubt!!!

    Latin King

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    dotsThe Letterdots

    In the outskirts of a run-down city,
    There lived,
    A single mother and her kid;
    And even though,
    Poverty showed her no pity,
    She gave him,
    What his father never did.

    Her son grew up very quick,
    Girls ran wild in his mind,
    He had a bunch to pick,
    But his mother,
    Was not part of his time.

    He enjoyed the good moments,
    While his mother was always worried,
    To him it was no torment,
    His life was lived in hurry.

    One night,
    His mother told him to stay home,
    Because she didn't want to worry,
    She felt neglected and alone,
    But he never felt sorry.

    Her health was worse each day,
    But he always wanted to have fun,
    She couldn't make him stay,
    She knew he was her only son.

    Her love was shown one night,
    When he had to sneak out,
    She fought with all her might,
    But to death,
    There was no pity allowed.

    He came back that gloomy night,
    But he didn't seem to care,
    No feelings inside of him to fight,
    His mother's death,
    Was not meant,
    To make him scared.

    Life went on,
    He was managing to get by,
    He held very strong,
    But never bothered,
    To look up the sky.

    His mother's grave,
    Remained old,
    And not cared for,
    With so many craves,
    He was looking for much more.

    He had a girlfriend,
    But he wanted to change lanes,
    He couldn't comprehend,
    That feelings were not games.

    There came the time,
    That his girl left him,
    He realized he wasn't feeling fine,
    He felt the thorns,
    In his own stem.

    Writing a letter that would touch,
    He explained how wrong he was,
    He loved this girl very much,
    But it was all part of the past.

    He tied the letter,
    To a white dove's leg,
    It explained his love so clever,
    It seemed more like a beg
    True love,
    Perhaps never.

    He told the dove some lines,
    That it wouldn't soon forget,
    He said these feelings are all mine,
    And they all show my regrets.

    "Please dove,
    Take away right this instant ,
    Give this letter,
    To that person that loves me truly,
    I know you have the best instinct."

    The dove took the instructions,
    And went on,
    With what he had to say,
    It owed him satisfaction,
    So he moved on his own way.

    Without having to ask,
    The dove flew where death occupies room,
    The letter was a big task,
    But the love requested,
    Was deep inside,
    His mother's tomb.

    Submitted on 2004-05-08 19:15:42     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      makes me want to kiss my mom. this is very very good. and i like it from start to end. but i knew where the dove was gonna go before i finished reading.
    | Posted on 2004-09-23 00:00:00 | by 3TOMANY | [ Reply to This ]
      aw cute, but I definitely think you could end it more dramatically! The dove flew for three hours, and finally came down to the graveyard to take a rest from the constant flying, and the letter fell off, falling onto his mother's grave, etc..... cuz it was told wonderfully before that but the last line it was like theideaswereallsquisedtogetherinonesentence! ARRGH!!!! rating: squishy! ~Cora Windover
    | Posted on 2004-05-08 00:00:00 | by Cora Windover | [ Reply to This ]
      yaaaaay i like it better like this, more happier =^..^= or something. I liked the ending. so, for new reviewrs: DISREGARD THE PREVIOUS COMMENT... heh heh heh... thanks I'm glad you like my writing, I have a whole bunch more, the posting limit can't keep up with me!!! ~Cora
    | Posted on 2004-05-08 00:00:00 | by Cora Windover | [ Reply to This ]

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