Wild One Poem by Kyle Schlicher

Wild One



larry ray parker
was
his name.

born to my grandfather
and della.

the odds
were
stacked
mighty
high
against him.

he was family to us
but
was
never
accepted
by
most
other relatives.

he was
just
beginning
to
grow
wings,
to come out
into
his own
the
day
he
was
murdered.

10-22-1975

Saturday, February 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: family
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