Mercy Needed

I am old, I am told

Christmas is near

I need someone to help me, someone who's dear

I cannot even the glitter glue squeeze

Help me Jesus, I need you please.

Sometimes as I look the window of life, 

How easy all came, as somebodies wife.

I cooked and I cleaned, and others esteemed.

But now he has brought me down to my knees,

Lord how I need you, I beg of you please.

The recessions brought depressions, and more oppressive he became.

I lost my ability to work and became very lame.

I could not understand, what was I suppose to do?

I could not communicate my needs, and in fact where to who?

When people get old and they have had no one to care,

They go to a place in the middle of no where.

Strangers bring trees at this time of year, and sometimes they sing, to bring the old, cheer.

Funny how some still enjoy a cold beer!

They have no loss of appetite, they are happy and free, 

However that doesn't at all depict me.

I 

In fact

am sad

as

can 

be.

I am forgotten before I am gone. My birthday came a few times-but wow was I happy to hear a few songs!

Hard to believe in all I received, love was not amongst the gifts? But I so believed! Somehow I must of forgotten I'm here, 

Because one person

 never thought

 I was so dear.

I always figured that to be true, but no one thought I really knew.

I watched my children as they grew, 

He never understood those moments he blew.

Christmas is Christmas and so is each day. 

A man of the house is needed, by the way! 

Not just to dance at his daughter's grand one;

But always to demonstrate to his sweet son,

That woman are people and people feel too, and feeling do matter -each day there brand new.

They come from the actions of others you know, and sometimes with some, bitterness does grow.

You get down and out, and you feel so much pain, you really see no hope and no one has gain.

Somehow you have to come out of this stoop-This person is not going to help, when he chooses to be part of the loop.

He is all wrapped up in himself, but he tells no one what he feels. Not that no one asks, and shows that they care, 

He just doesn't want to, he isn't aware. That how he feels matters and has mattered a lot-and that is why so many have suffered and wrong ways have been bought.

It is so important to focus on Jesus through it all-

Maybe someday these moments, I will never recall. 

The only thing I pray and really mean it today, is that the chain of pain will be broken in both child's -grown up day.

The fact is that a daddy is more than a sperm, and so is a husband, wish men would learn.