Category : Poems

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I never thought of getting one
When I passed my immature phase
I did admire them greatly 
But had no need to engage

But life has a way of surprising 
Unexpected and out of the blue
Tragically a need was arising
This need should not happen to you

When Marc-my son was killed 
A life-change was critically needed
An offer by his daughter Bianca 
By me-was grateful heeded

Went to her tattoo parlor 
With a drawing I had designed 
In an hour it was over
The result just eased my mind

It’s simply his name with a star 
Inside my left wrist 
I’m now with him forever 
Like always being kissed 

A tattoo will not heal grieving 
It’s a long and painful task
 But it is a key consept 
Much more than I could ask

It’s ironic and almost funny
As a kid with a fake one I’d hide
The soul of my son’s always with me
I wear it with peace and with pride