Contemplate

What am I doing? Where have I been? Years have passed in the blink of an eye. I now miss moments that passed me by. My little babies are big and tall. Before you know it, Girls will call. I will protect, as any mother would, her son’s precious heart from the pains from being broken apart. I will be there as the pieces mend, offering my love that will never end. A good example is what I need to be, to show the boys what is “family”. When I have failed, how can I preach? With my emotional turmoil, what do I teach? The commotion in my head, weighing rights from wrongs. Spending too many days singing a sad, sad song.