I'm not sure how to write the backstory of this poem, except it was found while post-death mundania leftover cleaning. Attached to it was my poem to him written at 13years old, and about: "If you loved us, you wouldn't drink". There was another poem written along with this one. However, "Soar to Great Heights" he wrote during my high school senior year.
Soar to Great Heights (c) T.P. Victor
This is the Eagle who learned to live without a matee
For this now there is no hate.
For this was a great loss
and now I must become my own boss
Only after a long time
I leaned that I had to become mine
Then I learned to soar and not be a total boar
This Eagle has learned to fly
and knew that it was not time to die
He learned to soar to Great heights
because of his four eaglets plights
He knew that he could only help them learn to fly
He knew that they would make mistakes by and by
I alone can show them no more
Each will have to learn
to soar to there own heights
Each will have to learn how not to throw a fit
For they alone must not quit
They alone must learn not to whine
I with eyes, I with ears, I with legs, I the world is mine.
Even if you learn how to soar above the best
You must also learn how to rest
This Eagle has learned how to rest
with the best
not to whine
and what is mine
not to throw a fit
not to quit
my plights
my heights
If only the young eaglets
can learn from the Eagle
Only them and God
will know how high
they will soar !!!
A EAGLE
Yes, he did have a liking of eagles.
Two days ago I saw one live in flight for the first time, and the pain of the past with certain things was gone. An unexpected turn.
The following image is AI generated.
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