A shoulder to cry on...A Poem by JamestownA safe zone...
A SHOULDER TO CRY ON...
I look in the direction of where my mother is standing and I can tell by her posture and the fragile look in her eyes something is obviously wrong, Not to quick to invade her space, I allow her some time too visit her thoughts and emotions, As a few minutes tick away and the big hand on the clock strikes the 12, and the new hour starts to run it's course I think it's the appropriate time to tippy-toe over to her and find out what's eating at her, fully aware when I ask she will become Niagara falls instantly, I tread softly and with caution, I whisper "mom" then again "mother" She slowly turns in my direction and says "yes son" I reply "what's wrong" She shakes her head back and forth and says "I just don't understand this family of ours sometimes" I tried so hard raising you kids to love, respect and to support me and one another and our family does none of this, we are constantly at each other's throats! Tears flowing like the Colorado river, I reply "I know mom you tried your best" everything will be alright I embrace her into my body and lend my shoulder for her to cry on, But the truth be told, with 4 grown adult kids, with 3 different dads a multitude of mistakes between us,major resentment and jealousy I honestly don't know for sure if everything will ever be alright, I know for a fact that my mother knows this, but I feel I am obligated to answer the way a did and continue to pray that the good Lord will fix this hell bound family and until then I will always have a shoulder for my mommy to cry on... © 2015 JamestownAuthor's Note
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Added on March 17, 2015Last Updated on May 9, 2015 AuthorJamestownDenver, COAboutFun, spontaneous, outgoing, God fearing man. Enjoy reading and have a passion to write. PTL. ... more..Writing
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