Our Lives
A house to live in and a room of my own.
A family to love and a place to call home.
There is no one here that shows they care.
Having a life with nothing or no one to share.
Every night we would bough our heads and say a prayer.
That our life would change and things would be fair.
When I cry the burdens I carry hurt me through my soul.
My faith and hope is to have a life that makes me fill whole.
When I lay my head to sleep the pain I feel doesn't go away.
Before I sleep to our Lord I say please change my life I pray.
My life consist of a mom and brothers,sisters and never a dad.
The life she gave us was all we needed and was all she had.
So my life wasn't the best but it was filled with love.
But as we all grew-up our lives fit like a glove.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Brian Strand's"Any 2011 posted poem 14 lines max"contest
Copyright © T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet | Year Posted 2011
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