| Birthed four sons into this world. Taught them how to obey and love. Watched them crawl, stumble and begin to walk. Even taught them words so they could talk. Day by day I sent them off to school. So they could learn to read, write and follow all the rules. Over time I slowly watched as they began to slip away. Following after their friends who did things their own special way. My heart would grieve over the mistakes that they made. I’d beg and plead but they would still disobey. |
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| Over Time |
| By Mary Ann D. |
| So today we sat before the courts again. To give an account of all of the wrong that he did. Smoking and drinking he thought it was so cool. Staying out all night and forgetting all the rules. Disobeying the judge’s orders as if they spoke to him in Greek. Now the verdict is being read and he looked so weak. Another son now sits within juvenile hall. The house is so quiet and all I can do is bawl. I pray for strength and courage to face each new day. Lord keep them safe within your care- That’s all I can say. |