To the Last Breath
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Protecting; To the Last Breath
(a dark moment)
My dear friend told me I was a good mom today.
I went into the bathroom and tears sprang to my eyes.
I had no way to express my sadness.
He has bad shoes. (is what I wanted to say)
They have been bad for weeks.
I am not his guardian,
as evil continues to thrash and harass...
I can only be...
where;
I am that I can,
do as I am able.
His hand upon my son,
His hand upon his son,
His hand.
Angels watch,
and God knows,
My boy is free to walk at the zoo.
A gorilla among the flamingos,
that gives ballet lessons to the monkeys,
that cha cha with the elephants.
Medication makes his hands shake.
My heart is broken into a thousand pieces.
What is left to tear my soul from its roots?
but court papers and betrayal of facts...
not in evidence.
The purest view,
2020 vision...
The Lord will come.
The "Judge of All" things.
No one is ever going to escape.
All will stand for what they have stated,
or eluded too,
in an effort to hide and mock,
further belittle and take from...
or worse yet, what they did not do...
or prevent others from doing!
Disdain against not what is real,
but all around the truth dance,
ugly faces of skulls
and darkness.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2020
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