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My Son
My son has forgotten my face
I have been dead too long now
for him to hear my voice
He breaks and bleeds out hate
and cannot remember
the word, or my embrace.
I taught my children kindness
and how to know God's ways
and they forget
and succumb unto a world
that feeds off disgrace.
I will call out to his heart
in a hope of human compassion
to fill his emptiness
with Gods grace.
He has forgotten how to love
he has only learned hate
he focuses it through a glass
burning everything to waste.
He is not forgiving
he does not see the light
and I will pray for him
that when he seeks revenge
that he instead remembers me
and loves God
as I had wanted for him.
All of a mothers heart
goes into her children
her life, her blood
she works her fingers to the bone
and when he looks away and forgets
her hard earned labors
it is a sadness that chills the heart
and breaks her bones.
"Step on a crack
break your mothers back"
You have stepped on many
and have only hurt me instead.
I see you my son
from my place of peace
and all that you are doing
is hurting yourself
and bringing shame upon me.
I did not raise this man
I see before me
I did not impart such hatred
into his breath.
and even though I have gone
from this place of recollection
I ask that you remember
and succeed instead.
Micah 7:6
"For a son dishonors his father, a daughter rises up against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law--a man's enemies are the members of his own household."
Matthew 10:35
"For I have come to turn "'a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law."
