Marie Foster Poet I do not know?

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 August 17, 2009 at 7:34 AM Good morning Marie. Thank you for sharing your poetry with us today. I truly enjoyed reading it. Love, Carol

Steve Malebranche August 17, 2009 at 3:48 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.