Teresa Harr-Pena Poet Bio

A Mother Never Sleeps

Nothin like a road trip
In the middle of the night
Josh was hitch hiking
Him and his dad got into a fight

How did I find out...
He's my son's best friend
Another adopted son of mine
My love has no end

11pm 
In my sleeping attire
I head north for two hours
Blood pressure getting higher

He waited in a parking lot
I told him this to shall pass
Turned him around then
Kicked him in the a--!

I do not allow hitch hiking
No matter where you are
Now get in the truck
Vegas and my son isn't too far

His dad is an alcoholic
Means words are all he can say
Josh told him he needs help
He's hurting the kids each and every day

A bruise on his cheek
From a punch from his dad
He didn't what to hear what was said
For alcohol sees no bad

Driving two hours south now
Just a couple of his bags in tow
Bought him a ticket at the airport
At 6:20am, off to Vegas he goes

5am, Headin due east
Coffee in hand
Sammi and Vicky calls
They're buried in the sand

Out four wheelin' 
With no spot light to see
Now I'm gathering up 2x4, chains, shovels
Trying to find them in ebony

Two trucks isn't enough
We went to get more
Finally got it out
Im' going to bed...can't take anymore



Good night!

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