Son: a male child or person in relation to his parents.
OUR SON…
Our little gift arrived while there was coldness in the air
Same month as the Holy One’s birthday,
This little child was sweet and soft without a care.
That blessed day tears were in every eye, all were pleased
enough to pray,
Reminded by His holy word that there are many different
paths one can take
Teach your child to choose the right way, and when they’re
older they will not stray.
Time had passed and failure reared its ugly head
Anger, arguing and animosity filled every room,
Often leaving each party lonely; sleeping in different bed.
Our son, my son, your son
Given not only to me nor to you, but given to us
A heavenly gift provided by the Holy One.
We both caused much misery, both endured plenty of pain
To the man that much is given, much is required,
I failed as a husband; my way was selfish and insane.
Fifteen years later you’re vengeance is as strong as ever
Be careful to all who block her path,
All your ways and words are so cunning, so clever.
Separation is your goal, but our son is starting to
understand the Heavenly Man
No holidays are spared in this agenda, only time spent with
you,
Your evil tactics synonymous with a war battle plan.
Our son, my son, your son
Given not only to me nor to you, but given to us
A heavenly gift provided by the Holy One.
Maximum words are spoken to support your position
Too often enjoying the comfort of opinion without the
discomfort of thought,
No thought is given to the caused destruction of your
supposition.
The tongue is a powerful agent giving strength to untrue
word
Lips spread gossip not gospel, only spoke to hurt, not mend,
Your actions childish and banal, your behavior absurd.
Sad you can’t see, sad you won’t let him be
Left alone to love you, to love me
Free to do what comes natural to a child is his only plea.
Our son, my son, your son
Given not only to me nor to you, but given to us
A heavenly gift provided by the Holy One.
Ignorance is to stand behind our anger; courage is to stand
by our conviction,
Blood can boil, but it can’t be separated
Following your selfish way is your greatest addiction.
Not all are blind to your unfortunate and manipulative way
"Forgive and change her way dear God for she know not what
she do"
Many times our son knelt and prayed.
Hoping his mother would give up her troubled and treacherous way
Never enjoying the anxiety that it produced
Often praying to see his father another day.
Our son, my son, your son
Given not only to me nor to you, but given to us
A heavenly gift provided by the Holy One.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell the poison from the cure
All the signs are there for those who really want to see,
Your many desperate ways are all I know for sure.
Someday soon this boy, our son, will become a man
Following his earthly father’s advice to take his parents
good out into the land
Leaving their bad behind in a garbage can.
Not wasting my breath on a fool for they often despise the
wisest of advice
I carry on in silence; never to utter a word,
Only wanting someday to see a complete and happy man in our
son Bryce
Our son, my son, your son
Given not only to me nor to you, but given to us
A heavenly gift provided by the Holy One.
-sbb
Mother, Son & Father
"Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes, they forgive them."
-Oscar Wilde
sbb 23.12.10
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