The Child Of Many Tears

Just soul searching

The Child Of Many Tears Oh my darling Joseph Why are you so angry with me? I look at you and weep For the little guy That lit my heart With only a thought of you It breaks my heart to find us To be this way We have always had a very Special bond you and I I have held you closely In my hugs since you were Three months old Always so happy and joyful Lighting every heart You met along your way My heart aches to See that part of you leaving I do not want to be the one To always have to tell you no ... I want to be only Grandma to you The Grandma that has brag writes And always gets the bestest smiles Your memories are now forming of me I so wish that they could be Of this three years past Where you dropped in on poet's page To bring your uplifting joy In little adventures of your busy day You made so many people so very happy Now you have so much fun Playing mind games with Grandma That I hardley recognize the little boy Who just "Dropped in" So much of you I no longer understand Even poor Buddy has learned To try and stay away He does not understand either I worry that you will be bitten And yet if you were It would be deserved Why have you declared war? Most would say it is a phase That you will quickly grow out of They do not see the cloud that Passes over your angelic face You look directly at me and do What you know is exactly The opposite of what you should do   Hour after hour of constant battle Leaves Grandma just wishing For our time for the day To come to its end Our battle of 'Wills' is putting me Where I do not want to belong And always the question Of what has caused the drastic change Too many hours Of what is not truly home Perhaps the cause? Mommy tries but sometimes I think she passifies you To take the easier road And when you do not get The same from me ... You are NOT a happy camper Or is perhaps the cause Because your vocabulary Is very limited You are a carbon of your Mommy And I know what lies ahead for you Praying that your life will be easier You try so hard to be understood And time after time of the same Words spoken and still not understood ... God help me but my patience wears thin Joseph What would you tell Grandma? If you could understand me And I could understand you Could you tell me what is wrong So I can fix it? You explode in fits of rage When you do not get your own way And the physical struggle to Make you give in to the idea that Grandma is boss begins Again most would say "He is just being a three year old." Again ... I would say to you You do not see the cloud That is made evident I have seen this cloud before Joseph Upon the face that you call Daddy And it scares me to see it at times Finds itself to your expressions As well Your way or Hell to pay So much now our days Pehaps you do not understand The meaning of the word 'Bully' And yet you make its meaning Very clear to me Who was once Joseph is slipping away And it breaks my heart to see you go I have tried everything And it leaves my heart weary And wondering What the next day will bring Will it be Good Boy Joseph I will see? You are getting harder and harder to find As so am I And so the war continues Without perhaps neither side Understanding the true why's The battle must soon be over For one side tires of the war I love you Joseph unconditionally But please try to help Grandma Not weep for the little boy I now see so seldom Grandma November 12, 2008   Lullabye For A Stormy Night Artist Vienna Teng

Author's Note

Just a little weary, ya think? LOL :(

Reviews

[An Open Venue]

I will try not interject opinion here; I am a parent of a four yr old, and have raised, as a step parent, two boys. Broken homes and genes carry great weight; but do not give up as the children survive better than we.:-)
You already love him, be patient but never accept unacceptable behavior it is unhealthy to all.

I wish you the best of luck and I wish peace

Ven

[Onyx Sky]

Wow, look at the little one. He is gorgeous with his sky blue eyes... This is such a sweet and endearing letter. When you mentioned how you had to show him who was boss and made me think of my Mom w/ my niece. She is only two. And my Mom will say: "Who's the boss?" And my niece will say: "Me." Because that's what she hears my Mom say. Well of you like family poems I think you will like my poem: Kayla. Until next time. Have writers chaos and instead of writers block. And Happy Holidays!

[THE LOST ROSE]

I am a parent who grew up with a belt tapping my behind when I got out of line. But i know so many people do not believe in this type of discpline. I do so there is no sleepless nights in my hose. Just kidding. I really enjoyed this Angel. As a grandmother and a fantastic writer you made everyone a little older watching your grandson run around. That takes skills to draw us un like that. I will be back for some more hot coffee. Get some rest.

[Lena M. P.]

Very emotionally charged. Children mimic so closely what they see as strength. When mom's strength is taken just dealing with her own life, the child looks to the other for guidance. If meanness gets action then they learn to get attention the same way. Being the grandmother you must show him the laughter, the lightness the goodness that can be found and reward only his good behavior. remember that bad attention is still attention and at that age they will take whatever they can get. Hang in there. He's a cutie!

[Kiara]

an emotionally thoughful poem they are always the best, i love this poem and the emotion you have expressed throughout it........

BEST WISHES- ARABELLA

[Sandi Alford]

My heart goes out to you, when they become a certain age, the change begins, and not always for the better.
All you can do is love them, and pray for the best outcome.

A poignant and heartrendering piece, bittersweet to the extreme.

~sending a basket full of sunshine hugs your way~
love and blessings, Sandi

[Ray Hamilton]

Well I guess the ear plugs and running shoes I sent you didn't work LOL
I raised two boys so I know what you are going through
Just think I had two one year apart so I was referee
I finally had enough and put them out in the yard and said if you want to kill each other go ahead
They didn't know what to think of this change in me
One time one was crying because he didn't get his own way
I said stop the crying or I will give you something to cry for
Then I gave him a dollar, the crying stopped he was in shock I think LOL
Wonderful write as always
This will change I promise, hopefully while you are still sane LOL
Ray

[Theresa Anne]

Lesa,
My heart is with you. Like you once wrote to me...keep the pen to the paper...it helps.
With all my love,
Theresa Anne

[Matthew V. H.]

i could see how you would feel that way hun. I know the smile of my own child is like the sun and his laugh is music to my ears.
I just hope things get better soon. i won't call it a phase, but it just seems like he is trying to become his own person and he is being influenced by his surroundings.
Keep your chin up. Things will get better.

cole-

[darkgurl]

A emotional write here and touching, well expressed.