Not many nice words are spoken,
at my home about you.
Words like sperm donor and lowlife.
I guess sometimes where true.
But your blood ruins in my viens.
Iv a dad but another is slane.
And i wonder on today the day we met 3 years ago only hours before you passed away.
Gave up on the life the cancer took you as prey.
And i can see your face in mine.
See your eyes in my own.
Finally knowing the man who seeded me.
I am closer to jamie then i’ll ever be.
Your family not quite fully my own,
but in time i know...
This life is for living,
Liam, all is forgiven.
3 years dead rip liam