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My father was a night owl and my Mama loved him though the sunrises spoke to her and they never were the same.
Their differences drew them close and pushed them far away. The fights the screams the hits drew blood and teour to all our shame.
I am part of each of them. I love the sun and moon alike. So end up sleeping little by day and even less by night.
I miss my Dad and all he knew. I wish I listened better. When the wind whispers his name IIlisten close with all my might.
I pray that he is now at peace. My Mama seems less bitter. I still find guys that do remind me to listen close and remember.