Roland N. Dunbar
Stefan G. Dunbar
Christian S. Dunbar
Al W. Glay
The Atlantic has deceive us brutally
And the constant feeling of reuniting
Is starting to take an unwanted toll on me
But it is for Mama’s sake that you left me
Four princes settling to make ends meet
At the cost of missing the only girl they have ever called their Princess.
Not a day goes by where my mind doesn’t cross the paths of wondering about
You,
You,
You,
You.
I still miss you.
Emmanuel J. King
Charles B. Daniels
Richard E. Williams
Thomas I. Brown
The Atlantic has been good to me
The constant feeling of love and happiness has resided with me since our meeting
Taking the presence that I missed in my brothers and
Transferring it into
You,
You ,
You ,
You
Who are my nephews,
Have blessed me.
Temporarily replacing the empty spaces
Left unfilled by the men that I will forever call my Kings.
And I thank you for this.
Though you may not understand a word of this poem
I still feel the need to thank you.
You are the rebirth of the spirits of my brothers.
It is like he heard my cries late into the night
When I thought the world was sleeping.
And immediately sent you to me.
All four of you.
Your innocence constantly distracts the ache in my heart
That will one day be cured with the reuniting of my brothers and I.
A gift it would be to see them on a daily,
Like the good ol’ days….
Damn, how I miss them.
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