I was crying with my mother who was sitting with unpaid bills at the desk,
I said "momma (between tears) why did Dad not just get rid of the grotesque?
She replied " I do not know why your dad kept that woman in his life"
I guess he did not care for your future and now the burden is on his x wife
I said "Mom, we can not afford college or university or any good school"
"How could have done such a crazy thing that was so damn cruel?"
She said " I do not know why your dad would not hear the message of God"
"He seemed to prefer conversation, comments, twitter and company of that fraud"
I said "Mom, did he not know this was going to happen and for it to be this way?"
Mom said " Oh yes your dad knew for God sent a prophet to try to keep this at bay"
I said " Mom why did he not listen I want a better life and a better job please?"
She replied " I am sorry your dad did not see you as the most important duties"
My dad promised me a better life then all of this?
I stand at a cash register yet long for a job of bliss?
Why did he continue on with auntie and cause me such pain?
Now my back and feet hurt from this job with barely any gain?
My brother stocks shelves at the local market down the road,
Carrying 50 pounds or more every time he carries a load,
My mother can barely make ends meet with the three of us still at home,
But my dad carried on responding to the auntie and her poem?
He knew God had sent great messages and prophecy.
To give us a better life then what I have in front of me,
My feet are blistered and I stand all day long in this store,
I wanted so much from life, to travel and to see so much more.
**dedicated to those not hearing the messages of God,
it will carry on to see what you are reading if it does not change.
consider that prophecy like the JOB
The Sweetest Dad Ever!
When I was just a lass,
my teacher pulled me out of English class
to get a dozen of the pinkest roses in a vase made of brass.
They must have cost him an awful lot of cash,
but my Dad said Happy Valentine’s Day To My Favorite Blonde Lass!
Back then, it was our only means of transportation
You see, It was Mom, Dad and me
On an old ranch in New Mexico, where raid drops never fell
Most of the time it got us to our destination
It's old paint job was a faded blue, it would seat three
That little old Jeep had been through some Hell
Had a canvas top, went half way to the back
A long crack in the wind shield , that I made with my head
Flat head four cylinder engine, with guts of a mule
And cow feed, it hauled a many a sack
I don't know, Dad always wanted to paint it red
Year later, I used to drive it to school
The spare tire, most of the time it did not have one
The other tires, varied on the amount of rubber they had
Three speed transmission, four wheel drive, go most anywhere
Easy to work on, anyone could make it run
It was like a horse for my Dad
Sometimes the little old thing just ran on a prayer
It was a vehicle that had many uses
Could be a horse and turned into a family car
It cost $500 and ours to keep
Never let us down or made any excuses
It was out shining star
That little old 1951 Willys Jeep
Dedicated to Jim and Jeffery
I sit here and listen to him breath
as he sleeps
This little guy has touched
my heart so deep
He was created by another
Who left long ago
But God allowed me here
And his DAD I am known
He follows me and watches me
In all that I do
I didn’t know how great
Life would be with you
So much to live up to
In these beautiful eyes
For he watches what I do
And my actions he tries
He’s growing so fast
This little guy of mine
I would do all I could
For our love so entwined
I sit there and watch him
As he plays with his cars
And I thank God above
As I look to the stars
For why did I deserve,
this precious boys love?
I realize what a gift
Has been given from above….
I promise you God
I will take care of him
I will be there to help him
When Life's troubles win
Help me to walk as
the man I should be
For I want him to grow
and gain wisdom from me
Help me to fill the shoes
I’ve stepped in
Oh Lord, let him see
I’m the Dad he believes in!