The Dream

I’m startled,
by a loud voice,
in the middle of MORNING!
I wake up,
 to someone,
 yelling and MOURNING.
Screaming and CRYING!
 Yelling the words, he’s too young,
 to be DYING!
His mother’s crying,
 I thought the young dies GOOD,
 how can this God,
 take my child from the HOOD!
Yeah I know he didn’t do,
 all the things he SHOULD, 
with his life he COULD,
have done so much more with his TIME!  

WHY GOD?
Did he have to be shot,
by a NINE!
If it was a life,
 you wanted, 
you could have,
 had MINE!
Please reverse this DEED!
This is my son,
 you didn’t carry this SEED.
For almost a YEAR!
 I loved him so DEAR.
 Please God,
keep him HERE,
With me!
 This is my beloved son!
 The one whom,
 called me MOMMY!

I know,
 he did not have a DADDY.

I know we had to ride,
 in them broken down CADDIES!

But,
 he is my BABY!
 My sorrow, my PRIDE.
 Please God! 
Don’t take him,
 to that other SIDE!

I will not let GO!
 I WILL NOT LET HIM GO!


Hold on my CHILD.

The AMBULANCE!
Then she goes into a TRANCE…
NO…… NO…. NO…
My brother can’t GO.
He haven’t yet,
had a chance to GROW!
He haven’t yet,
SEWED
all the seeds he wanted to.
Although he had some PLANTED!

I told him,
life is what you make it,
but don’t take time, for GRANTED!
I know, my kid brother thought he was the golden child,
and that his life, was ENCHANTED!

God I know, I sometime didn’t heed, the death ANGEL.
But, 
God save him!
Let this cup pass over my brother.
As Jesus wanted, way back WHEN!

I will make sure, 
he repents, 
and turns from, 
his life of SIN!

Than the trance happens AGAIN……
No not my MAN!
No not my MAN!
He can’t leave ME!
For I am carrying his BABY!
I am his beloved LADY!
God MAYBE,
Instead of him, 
You can have ME!
OH MY GOD!
THESE PAINS I CAN’T BEAR!

I woke up then, but I didn’t understand! 
Why did I dream this? 
So, I wrote it, in my daily JOURNAL!

This Was What My Son Wrote.
A FEW DAYS,
BEFORE HE DIED!

 NOW!

I READ THIS!

 AT HIS FUNERAL!

Copyright © Spidey Williams | Year Posted 2006

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