My Son

i remember when my son was 8 years old he was a good boy he would go out and find old tires to sell so we could have something to eat at the time it was hard four me to raising my kids all alone with no one to help execpt my 8 year old son going out making money to give me i love my children with all my heart they mean the world to me i look out these days, you dont see 8 year old boys trying to help feed there family instead you see 8 year old boys joining gangs and getting in trouble i thank the lord every day that my son didn't join the gangs and get in to trouble.

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Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 8/17/2009 7:34:00 AM

Good morning Marie. Thank you for sharing your poetry with us today. I truly enjoyed reading it. Love, Carol

Steve Malebranche

Date: 8/17/2009 3:48:00 AM

Wonderful piece...i can feel how proud you are of your son as you should be...this reminds me of myself at that age with my mom. it was only the two of us and we basically fended for ourselves. If it wasnt for God, i dont know where we would be.