Son Old Poems

I went for my early morning run,
just me and my young son.
It was to be a lot of fun,
then home for a hot cross bun.
We...

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The she instructed him to say to Mordecai,"All of the kings officials and people of the
royal providences know that for any man or woman who...

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It’s funny when we’re young and we think we know it all
we don’t always listen to what our elders have to say…
Often we don’t realize...

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Slaves to Righteousness continued

But thanks to God that, though you used to be slaves to sin, you wholeheartedly
obeyed the form of teaching to which you...

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Eventually both  Esau and Jacob made a temporary truce with each other; 
which lasted as long as they both lived most likely only.

In ancient...

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What are the modern names of the nations of both the Edomites and the Ismaelites?
The modern nation of both the Moabites and the Ammonities is...

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Hell is a real place, not merely a fable
Dark and lonely – it’s filled with lost souls
Many there, we all thought were stable
But, our final...

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For God so loved the world
That He sent His only Son
That whosoever will...
Really!?!
But not these and those
Who corrupt the image
Of what looks good
...so, I will...

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Every school morning, I gave my son this advice:
“Learn something new and do something nice;
Make knowledge your food and kindness its spice.”
I didn’t only say...

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I took my son to the barbers today, and I sat there and I thought about how it compared to when I was small,

All of...

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My God, why are you so quiet to your child?
You are noisy as trucks rumbling by remote
I see you in the terrors of the night...

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Rock Me

Dearest Mother, 
how should I begin? 
You were/are mine, 
"Claimed", forever.

You adopted me, 
to see that life was not...
meant to be: cruel or hard,...

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he'll sulk in his room
i'm not doing it he shouts

i can hear the sound of people talking
in the street downstairs

there's never any bloody wi-fi one...

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I heard a story being told by a traveling man. He told of a story that was passed down from father to son for generations...

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His father is still away, still dying on his feet for my bread,
And I, the mother of a man, must open my arms for the...

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