Contemplate
What am I doing?
Where have I been?
Years have passed in the blink of an eye.
I now miss moments that passed me by.
My little babies are big and tall.
Before you know it, Girls will call.
I will protect, as any mother would,
her son’s precious heart
from the pains from being broken apart.
I will be there as the pieces mend,
offering my love that will never end.
A good example is what I need to be,
to show the boys what is “family”.
When I have failed, how can I preach?
With my emotional turmoil, what do I teach?
The commotion in my head, weighing rights from wrongs.
Spending too many days singing a sad, sad song.
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