December 17, 2014 I Hate, I Hate, I Hate
I hate, I hate
My son is 8.
It hurts my mind.
My teeth I grind.
My stress is high
My hopes are low,
My faith is less,
My life's a mess.
How did we go,
How did we grow,
From fiery love
To embers aglow?
One child is failing,
One child is climbing,
One child is tailing.
One wants nothing,
But demands everything.
One wants to be included,
The little one just wants love.
I knew, I knew
That Morgan was 2.
I knew, I knew
The candles he blew.
His life has hate,
He knows not why.
His life's a mess,
He could care less.
He fails,
He steals
We have to nail
The presents to the tree.
He steals the candy
He is demanding...
Copyright © Minister Jenna Williams | Year Posted 2016
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