FOCUS MY EFFORTS

I could write in rhymes,

But she asked me to write,

So as she requested I will,

This will be the first letter,

I could see on her expression,

She doesn't know how much,

I always cared and will have.

Your mother is beautiful,

The one who I have written,

But I will now focus my efforts,

To our children, who I dearly miss,

Their father who has always stayed,

Close by their side, as I will exhibit.

It all started that evening,

Where I felt a shift in the floor,

When I looked up, it was your Mom,

But she was in disguise,

Spiritually, I could feel a connection,

I didn't register right away,

But something told me to hang on,

We all sat around the table,

As a pull was making to go closer,

To be next to your mother,

I felt a strong connection,

To someone who spoke with her,

A man, who seemed to be his wife,

But I could tell your mother,

By one characteristic,

I got confirmation later that night,

I requested that she be never be

in disguise again, but I also

requested that she be with me

at the table,

Just two seats down,

Your mother sat.

Why does it have to be like this for?

Everything that is behind the doors,

Everything is just a not believable,

Only the person, who I know,

Which is your mother.

It was a honest dreadful

feeling that a decoy was present,

I could feel the evilness,

That was in her eyes and form,

Trying to make me think,

But a force told me to reject that person,

As I could not feel the power.

What guiding me was her spirit,

Who told me to find her at the table,

Now, I was sitting next to her,

Where I could feel the chemistry,

It was magically, as It seemed,

like 20 years ago, when we first

talked. I could not get enough of her,

She held on tightly,

As I was beside her,

Right where I felt like being centred,

Where both all our energy lined up,

Your mother is with the wrong people,

Who think they know it all,

Who influence her in the wrong direction,

They want it that way, so they won't be

accountable for all the destruction,

the authorities have caused.

I spoke with your mother,

The longest I ever have been,

in the last six years,

I requested for her to a dance,

But she declined, and also I

told her I am not going to lose

you, and when will I see you again?

It difficult to adjust that your mother,

Is part of their establishment,

Who show evil in their forces,

Your mother believes in this people,

But she believes in me more.

All she left was her lip stain marks,

On a coffee mug,

I have the mug right in front of me,

I will write about the mug. In the next letter.

Love your father Ryan