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Bobby

 This one is totally fictional.

Don't cry little guy just 'cause you're moving away
Your daddy's got a brand new job out in Santa Fe
He's trying to make a better life for your mom and you
So, how about holding back those tears
Yes, I'm crying too
So I said goodbye to Bobby like I knew I had to do
But Some things that I told him
Weren't exactly true
I wish I could have told him to stay
If that's where he'd really like to be
I wish I could have told him the truth
About his mom and me
So, I said goodbye
And tried not to cry
And told him to have fun
I wish I could have said to him
Bobby, you're my only son.


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I'm Sorry

 im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on me. i dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
 
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
 
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
 
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would have. it would have saved us all alot of pain
 
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
 
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything


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I'm Coming Home

He looks through the curtains as the meal is served

The sweat on his brow and the I.V. drips

Mom wears her apron with a picture of a turkey on it

It was her favorite and the music playing

And I'm coming home to where I'm loved

Father sits watching the game as the plate goes round

He had  money on the wrong side but he swigs a beer

Everyone seems happy and content so he knocks on the door

No one hears  and he stirs,trying to break free of the restraints

And I'm coming home to the warmth when I'm cold and alone

Where a man works and his wife cleans and raises the boys

Where desolation has no place to hide and no regret

And Mom hasn't begun drinking because her son left and will never come back

Where the geese still fly South to the warmth

Dogs bark and people have to stand to switch the channel

And I'm coming home

No cell phone or video games to gaze at and 24 hour news

The nurse brings a syringe and plunges it into my I. V.

The Angel wipes my soaking brow and gives me comfort

I'm alone with the mist and the murmur of the crickets

I'm coming home

The house is quiet and emptiness within

But Mom left a light on with expectation

A sign was set for all to know I'm coming

The quiet is lovely and the light welcomes

Home


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Dear Dad


It is now twenty years
I still recall the tears
I still recall the shame
Dad you are to blame
I know this you did not expect
You will call it disrespect
sorry but you I respect.

Dad I remember
The memories fresh in my calendar
Her tears and pain imprinted in my heart
Dad my mother you did hurt
As a good woman she played her part
She never ever set your heart apart.

when we did good I and brother
we were as bright as the father
when we did wrong I and brother
we were as foolish as our mother
so we were beaten like our mother
she wiped our tears
she ended our fears.

Dear dad here I am
Growing into a man
will it please you
when I beat my wife too
will it please you
when I call my wife a fool too
will it please you
when my children never call me dad
I find this hard dad.

Dad that woman you called a fool
she taught me to respect women in full
she taught me that a woman
Is a necessity to a man
she taught me never
To lay a hand on a woman ever
Dad this foolish wife
Taught me how to love in my life


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Happy Mothers Day

From stubbed toes ,countless tears and many more to come
Being a Mom is never done
From baseball games,gymnastics,dances and proms
There is no full time job such as mom
From the punishments like no outside and no tv
To the love that was so unconditionally
From "Its painfull to be beautiful" & " Live and learn"
You taught so lovingly yet so firm
Making us proude to be who we are today
Keeping our mouths shut, if there is nothing nice to say
Working how ever long it took
Just to buy me that new pocket book
Getting the school clothes off of lay-away
Man that was the most magical day
It was enough for you, just to see us smile
Letting us stay home from school every once in a while
When we faught, you were the referee
Sending us both to our rooms so seriously
From being our cheif,servant, personal shoufer and maid
Doing it all without getting paid
Hosting parties on our behalf
To practicliy forcing us to get in the bath
Dressing us from head to toe
Not missing one talent show
Your a magnificent sculpter, molding and creating us
A love built on honesty,integrity,compassion and trust
Love you mom your the best!


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Eric's Story

The yard of my home, the location of football games. Eric was a wuss. If he had the ball, stand in front of him he’d drop it. One time running for a pass. I couldn’t see him he was near, I could smell the Old Spice he wore. I heard a sound I turned around. I swallowed the spearmint I was sucking. Eric was on the ground with the ball. His arm had a lump he sat out a few plays. We told him “go home” let his mom know he was hurt he refused. If he went home, his mom would make him stay. Eventually, he rejoined the game. The next day, Eric came over with a cast on his arm. He had broken it in three places. Eric the wuss had played football with a broken arm. He was a man. No one called Eric a wuss again.


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Giving Me Strength

I was often scared as a child,
I would close my eyes tight.
Things always seemed to go wrong,
When would they ever go right?

A lot of things happened, 
When I was very young.
Now the memories are fading,
Except the sad songs life had sung.

My mother gave me strength.
She gave me the power to live. 
My mother was the one who needed strength,
But taking advantage of her was all I did. 


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Who Will Help The Little Girl Smile?

                  
Who will help the little girl smile, 
while she watches her Mom be pulled away from her?  
Who will help the little girl smile, 
when she sees her Mom put the needle into her arm? 
Who will help the little girl smile, 
while she wonders where her next meal comes from?
Who will help the little girl smile, 
when she is looking for a permanent place to stay?
Who will help the little girl smile, 
when she does not see her biological Mom for a while?
Who will help the little girl smile, 
while she is dropping that last handful of dirt on her?
Who will help the little girl smile 
or put the sparkle back in her eyes?
Who will help the little girl smile 
as she looks up to the sky and asked why?
Who will help the little girl smile,
when she looks up to God and says, who will love me?

The Foster Parents that's who!

--Harold Therault-- 7-10-2008



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I Can Finally Drive

My bicycle days are through 
Please help me spread the news 
I no longer have to be a 32 year old hermit 
Mom and Dad got me my permit 
I just bought a car that seats 5 
Thanks to my parents I can finally drive 
Mom goes with me and my girlfriend out to eat 
Mom rides shotgun, my girl in the back seat 
While we are eating with live entertainment 
My girlfriend expresses how she doesn't like the car's seating arrangement 
So my mom drives and my girl is shotgun 
Now I am the lonely one 
We drop off my girlfriend and I ask my mom to remove the knife 
She says stop complaining, now you can drive 
The next night my Dad goes out with me and my buds 
We want to sit back and suck down a few suds 
Not on my watch, my Dad says 
My night out with the buds was disastrous 
After one beer, my Dad says you are too drunk to get behind the wheel 
He has no idea how this freedom of driving makes me feel 
My Mom and Dad are smothering me, my social life will never survive 
With them around, it look as if I will never truly drive 
Now it's Mom's turn to escort me, guess where we go 
My girl and Mom in the front seats, we stop at Domino's 
We all three sit in the car and wait for the pizza to get done 
Mom says no a/c, let's enjoy the sun 
I begin a waterfall of sweat 
Mom says look at you, you're all wet 
Mom asks for extra napkins when the pizza is delivered to the car 
Mom says tonight is Friday, let's park by the lake and enjoy the stars 
At the lake, I will drown myself, if I take a dive 
I am going back to the bicycle, I will never again attempt to drive


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Happy Mother's Day


It's May so that means it is Mother's Day.  A day that is not just any day, but a day 
we get to show our love and appreciation for the women who shpaed our life in a 
very special way.

Mothers are very special women, they give us life, for the beginning they hold us 
close to their heart, they share their bodies with us.  They help us grow up; they 
are there for scraped knees, scratches, when we are sick and when we are 
scared.  They get us through our teen years, which can be very trying for them.

Sometimes its hard for them, but they let us go with the hope that the values they 
have instilled in us, we will use in our future.

Some moms are fortunate enough to see their children marry and eventually 
become Grandmothers.

I love my Mom very much, but she wasn't as lucky; she had to leave early 
because it was her time to go.  The memories I had with my Mom will live forever 
inside me.

I was not luck enough to give both to my own children, but I am blessed with 
children in my life who I love very much.

So to all of the special Moms in my life: My wish to you is simple.  Happy Mother's 
Day today and everyday.


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Nightmare.

As the gun shots rang out I would lay still on the floor,
   trying to hear were there were coming from,
     down the street or at my front door,
         then silence listening as my fears numbed.

Standing in the night-filled street surrounded by crying loved ones,
  why oh why did he have to die,
     this was my life surrounded by gangs and guns,
        seeing myself dead on the pavement while others cry.

Off to the cemetery were they lay me to rest,
  looking from a distance I see the look on there faces,
    no longer held in moms arms close to her breast,
       but in a casket never filling her loving embraces.

Now looking up from six feet under seeing the ski one last time,
  hearing in the distance her last cry,
     mom this was never my life the walk I took was a fine line,
        to die a gang member I cry why mom why,

I awake next to my wife some years later,
   I`d never die in the streets like a dog, I swore it would n`t be me,
      to run in a gang was not my plans they were much greater,
         so why did I awake having this nightmare... I found a way out can`t you see