A look into the past inspires,
bringing a brimming of true joy.
Remembering reaches up, a spire..
now a man but still your boy.

Times shared over a cigarette..yet
a hard-headed punk, I followed no lead.
You tried to guide me, on this i'd bet,
"Love My Attitude", was my creed.

Ne'er would I conform to a march,
a rebel by birth, blood, and descent.
Trust me momma', without your starch,
I was, damn surely, one hell-bent.

Don't worry bout' that little boy,
you raised him up just fine.
He never wanted for any toy,
though a sh** at the time.

I have made many mistakes in my life,
though not a single would I undo.
And I'd gladly revisit any strife,
if it meant avoiding the loss of you.

Precious..like diamonds and gold,
without you i'd ave' sold my soul.





Always your loving son..Dimmie Mac

Ahhhhhh


So very nice of you to write this for her

From that place in us..........
where the goodness grows.........

Awesome write bro.......

awwww, so you CAN be sweet....who knew???

tnx Ghost