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

[Lady Diana]

im so proud of you you poured your heart out on a hard subject i can relate im there to with jessie all we can do is try and pray for our children and grandchildren this is a good write cos its from the heart love you Diana

[Donna DeLong Matthews a..]

Oh Sweetie so many miles between us but over the past year I have
walked with you on this battle ground with our little buddy.
The questions you ask Oh how I wish I had the answers. It
to breaks my heart to see what was My Little Buddy now
at most times become My Little Dreaded One. Its hard to remember
how loving and sweet he was the last time I was out there
an actual joy to be around. I sit and cry when I think about
us sitting out back and I was rolling him in the grass and his
giggles... Have not heard those for so long. I sit and hear on
the phone this little boy bullie you around. Sweetie how I wish
I knew the answers... How I wish I knew where to look to find
My Little Buddy and bring him back home to you...
This was so awesome and heart touching
I love you bunches Girlie Girl
D

[Poeticpiers]

Children are little savages who must be taught what is and is not allowed. Preferably by example but if all else fails a little child psychology applied to the seat of the pants works wonders