To A Cherished Mom
Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 10:31 pmI wrote this poem to my mother 21 years ago waiting to be sent to prison.
To A Cherished Mom
To my mother on a special day
I really don't know what I want to say
I wish I could take you out to dine
And make you feel - really fine.
It's honestly sad on this day to know
Your only son is reaping what he has sowed
I'm on my way to prison, and it's all my fault
Reason being, I didn't listen to my mother talk.
It's hard on me knowing all I've put you through
But I told you years ago, what was coming due
I wish I could feel free as a dove
But most of all, a son you could be proud of.
I don't write this to make you feel sad
But to tell you of a son you should have had.
You have my love and reverence, in the highest degree
When my head is right, the way it ought to be.
My deepest desire is for you to be happy
And hopefully one day, you'll see me as pappy.
I know that you have shed many a tear
Knowing that I'm confined in here.
I've come up for myself with lots of excuses
But we both know the cause was alcohol abuses.
I've come to the conclusion, as you can see,
I'm not the man we wanted me to be.
I've learned the hard way that, "pain is gain"
With God willing, many nights and days remain
To see my precious mother smiling with joy
And say proudly to everyone, "THAT'S MY BOY"
You and I know if it wasn't for prayer
I wouldn't be here, nor would I be there.
I often look back to when I was young
Remembering the thermometer you put under my tongue.
I'd rather have you, mom than anything in this world
Even more--than the most precious pearl
You've taught me-it's better that words be few
And I haven't given you what you are due.
But this I do have, "A TRUE LOVE FOR YOU"
Thanks Mom and Happy Mother's Day
Love, Tim
More than 20 years later, her prayers are being answered one day at a time as she did not give up and gave me over to the only one that she knew could help.
That One is God. May you find Him now.
Luv ya, Real
To A Cherished Mom
To my mother on a special day
I really don't know what I want to say
I wish I could take you out to dine
And make you feel - really fine.
It's honestly sad on this day to know
Your only son is reaping what he has sowed
I'm on my way to prison, and it's all my fault
Reason being, I didn't listen to my mother talk.
It's hard on me knowing all I've put you through
But I told you years ago, what was coming due
I wish I could feel free as a dove
But most of all, a son you could be proud of.
I don't write this to make you feel sad
But to tell you of a son you should have had.
You have my love and reverence, in the highest degree
When my head is right, the way it ought to be.
My deepest desire is for you to be happy
And hopefully one day, you'll see me as pappy.
I know that you have shed many a tear
Knowing that I'm confined in here.
I've come up for myself with lots of excuses
But we both know the cause was alcohol abuses.
I've come to the conclusion, as you can see,
I'm not the man we wanted me to be.
I've learned the hard way that, "pain is gain"
With God willing, many nights and days remain
To see my precious mother smiling with joy
And say proudly to everyone, "THAT'S MY BOY"
You and I know if it wasn't for prayer
I wouldn't be here, nor would I be there.
I often look back to when I was young
Remembering the thermometer you put under my tongue.
I'd rather have you, mom than anything in this world
Even more--than the most precious pearl
You've taught me-it's better that words be few
And I haven't given you what you are due.
But this I do have, "A TRUE LOVE FOR YOU"
Thanks Mom and Happy Mother's Day
Love, Tim
More than 20 years later, her prayers are being answered one day at a time as she did not give up and gave me over to the only one that she knew could help.
That One is God. May you find Him now.
Luv ya, Real