The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

I Had No Place To Rest My Head Part 1

Days, months and years had gone by, 
I could never understand the reasons why,

I could never focus, 
I could never see, 
I could never rest my head so easily.

There were many fears I had, 
I stop feeling so sad.

Oh how my tears would over flow, 
scared and lonely never wanting anyone to know.

Not my husband, nor my family or friends,
I wanted to be the strong one for them to depend.

I didn't know what I was going to do, 
who was I going to take this all to?

My struggles were winning I couldn't go on, 
my life was so stressful, my dreams were all gone.

I remembered what my mother said, 
she taught me to pray tucking me in bed.

She would pray to Our Father as she gently spoke
her voice was like music always giving me hope.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace