Good Morning Soul

Good Morning Soul… Good morning soul. Today I’m gone to write a poem that simply suggested its self to me last night. It will be a poem of joyous tears for the two sons I dearly miss-- sons that gave my life so much bliss. Oh I wish this poem would flood its self with their many loving words and charming acts--- that all the world could see why God so dearly wanted them back. But let me not push this poem to any type of limitation, for it’s not a wailing, pitiful lamentation of a heart painful and sad--- rather, it’s a praise poem to the Giver for granting us all the crazy fun we had. Good morning soul. This poem could never cover all those wonderful short years---years, filling this old heart with such joy and laughter and flooding these old orbs with grateful tears. Yeah, tha Lawd giveth; and tha Lawd taketh away. Blessed be tha Name of tha Lawd each and evah day!