Poem by harris blake marquesano

printed with permission of his mother Stephanie Marquesano,
founder of the harris project

"mommy"

the things you provided

I took and I took

with greed and selfish tendency

I took and I took

when you warned me of danger

 I gave you my back

so then you showed me and gave

my life a 2nd chance to re-track

when I stayed up all night

it was your hand on my hand

with a maternal embrace you gave me

the power to live on and wake up

head and body held high

then I strayed and I strayed

until you almost lost sight

but you never gave up no you

showed more care than ever before

so now I cry and I cry but my

head’s remaining high, no substance besides

you can ever be used to comfort this

very fragile   but very loving   yet self-absorbed soul.

I love you mom and if I could take

all your pain, I would say my dreams have

come true, b/c the worst that I’ve

done is hurting you. 

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