A mothers cries
A mother that is good to her child.
Let's the child goes with the father for a visit.
Time is up and the horror begins.
The child is not returned.
The father says bye to the mother and then does not respond to her cry for her child.
The father runs with the child without a trace.
Mother what should I do?
The police is call and what a joke>
The mother cries for some help.
The police and bss does thing to help the mother get her child.
They find him with the father but doesn't return him to the mother.
The mother cries!
DSS tells her she is bad. However, how is it so when the mother cries.
Child is with the father somewhere as the mother cries!
A few years back I thought I had the whole world figured out,
I was young when we met and You said you loved me,
As you called me an Angel that fell In to your life from the sky
But it must of all been a lie,
Because now I have a broken heart for the rest of my life,
We had a baby girl,
She was ten pounds Born on october 6th
But once you decided you didn’t want me anymore,
You went and lied to Dss
as you told them so many lies,
making me cry when you said goodbye
You destoryed my whole world,
On june 19th 2006 you were finaly done with me ,
You were so happy that you had our baby girl,
With out me in her world,
I blame you for this broken heart,
But now that I have had a chance to restart
I feel in love and got married again
And I know for sure he loves me,
And he has helped set me free,
From all your painful memories,
Sometimes I cant help but start wondering,
What if my broken heart was never healed,
What if I never had that baby girl,
What if I never met you,
Would I still have gone threw this broken heart
I wish I may, I wish I might,
make a wish on my
wishing tree tonight.
A child’s rhyme, to keep close, my sounds.
Mental battles fought.........many days
Some times are “ups” but mostly “Down’s”
This rhyme I clutch to me and hold so dear
My wishing tree standing close.... always there
giving presence of thought, holding back fear.
What does it look like...this tree of mine?
I don’t know, I can’t quite see its shape.
Warm and fuzzy? Loving? Color blind?
A long time ago my Mother gave it to me.
I’m gone. I mean now I’m truly happy.
I live here, and John. This is our place to be.
Well, I do have a place to go.....my work.
I work at a grocery store.
I put things in bags. They call me a clerk.
I don’t make much money at the store.
But, I get money from DSS
It comes on the 15th, You know what it’s for?
With a coupon I get a milkshake for free.
Then I buy a big mac, a Play Boy magazine.
Then I wish for more milkshakes from my tree.
Inspired by a young man with Down’s who attended our church.
Supervised by DSS, he lived in an apartment with a room mate
and worked at various places as above.
© Apr 25 2010 Charles Henderson