By: Kendrick T. Williams
I imagined being loved.
It feels like guidance through new paths, rocky roads, highways and unknown streets with no maps.
But I was never without direction. No, never without it.
I imagined being loved.
Your presence was always felt
I have never been alone
Left to my own devices
Even your name was enough to tame my wild adolescent mind
(Because what a belt won’t do , hearing ,“wait til he gets home” will)
I’ve always looked up to you
You were always in my home
You were always there
I wanted so much to be like you
From the way you spoke, the calm bass in your voice carried and it made me feel secure.
I wanted to imitate it and play it back in surround sound every time i saw you.
….and when I imagined being loved
I imagined you
Lugene
Kenneth
Jermal
Tyrone
A father.
My Father
You express love through the works of your hands and I know love because of you.
“There you saw how the Lord your God carried you, as a father carries his son, all the way you went until you reached this place.”
Deuteronomy 1:31
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