Gently I fold my hands dropping to my knees Weeping for losses Not my own this time Losses of my neighbor elsewhere Losses that hurt Losses that weaken my knees Losses that push me to that thought; Forgive I say to my heavenly Father, Help me to forgive Help them to forgive Help us to…… Continue reading Prayer
A bottle he opened Yet another he sipped Betraying a woman that held his heart. A child he brought forth With the whiskey to blame A child in the mix A web he won’t untangle A reminder of his whisky web. By Susan McMillan
He that broke my knees Scavenging my flesh Bruising the body and soul. Laughing at my breaking Leaving me to beg for mercy Feasting on my misery Stripping my dignity… To bare bones I say A little at a time. “Please don’t”…I begged! Preying again and again He; The Scavenger!
She sings in a soothing voice Asking me yet again; “child what hurts?” The elusive presence of mama. She speaks softly Asking about my day Wondering about my dreams The elusive presence of mama. “Child cry not” she says… Comforting my weary heart The elusive presence of mama. “Take my hand child…” She asks I…… Continue reading Elusive presence…