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...