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I Cry Your Poem.

I CRY for the life that you never had, I cry for myself for not having a dad. I cry for not telling you just how I felt. I cry for the miserable life That sadly you were dealt, I saw your tired eyes, As you lay dying in bed, And I cry for the "I love you mum" That I just never said.

I cry for my children that you never got to know, I still miss you my mum, The pain hurts me so bad, I cry for all those years, that we just never had. So why do I still cry, 37 years on? I cry for you, mum ... because I am your son.

Frank Byrne, Widnes

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Title Annotation:Letters
Publication:Liverpool Echo (Liverpool, England)
Date:Jul 22, 2015
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