February 21, 2016 posted on Soup / written in 1997
Written for my heart, my son, Kyle Wash me gentle in the river – Ease me on down with care. I’m an emotional giver – It’s my song in the air. Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver - Warm away my despair. Constant tears are in my eyes, but I’ll deny that I cry. God loves me inside and out, He knows what I’m all about, but I can’t settle the shout that sticks down inside my throat and threatens to choke me dry. Emotions lacking corners have only circle borders and trap me in feelings bleak. Searching answers to know order leaves me sadly limp and weak. First I prayed, but now I rage: oh, dear God, please turn this page. World, you allowed darkness, with its brutal hurtful hiss, to maim the child life of his. Harsh cruelness such as this brought me to my knees with a Mother’s enraged pleas. Wash me gentle in the river – Ease me on down with care. I’m an emotional giver – It’s my song in the air. Dry me smooth upon shore’s sliver - Warm away my despair.
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