Now Is the Time
Son,can't you see the
hurt in my eyes.
The anger in you,I do
despise.
You look me in the eye,
and tell me many lies.
You could be,so soft
and sweet.
Instead you choose,
to lie and cheat.
If only,you could have
had a dad.
A better life,you would
have had.
I know that I'm to
blame,because your
father,played the game.
I know you just can't
help but feel the shame.
Mother, and father, I
could not be.
So,Please don't blame,
only me.
I tried to make,your
life the best.
Now,it's time,for me
to rest.
When I'm gone,you
will see.
The love there was,
coming from me.
My love for you,will
always be.
Just open your eyes
and try to see.
Please don't take,this
poem wrong.
It's been due,for oh
so long.
You kids have been ,
my whole life.
The cold shoulders
you give,cut like a knife.
If you love me,like
you say.
You'll drop to your
knees,and start to pray.
So,bye for now,it's
time to leave.
My hurt,you will now
wear,on your sleeve.
I'm going to heaven now,
don't you see.
God, is the only one,
that heard my plea.
I'll be in heaven,for
a long, long,time.
Someday again,I'll
be with; those kids
of mine.
Copyright © Gloria Vojchehoske | Year Posted 2006
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