"The King's Castle"
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©2014 The King’s Castle Publishing
Crown Jewels of Poetic Life
As a child gazing into the eyes of his mother,
I discovered that I was her most difficult challenge.
From the start she knew I would always love her,
raising a child growing wild & in the balance.
A young man, growing up without his father,
who never bothered to stand by his son’s side.
Within a family blood line thicker than water,
going down the drain with our family ties.
It’s no surprise that a young man would rebel,
blaming mama for every problem in his life.
Somehow she knew her words would prevail,
freely giving of her motherly advice.
Day and night my mom would preach,
giving her speech on the ways that I was raised.
Night and day she would pray as I hit the streets,
‘cus that’s where her son truly misbehaved.
Day after day I’d get the whippin' of my life,
with belt straps, race tracks and extension chords.
And tho’ I knew I deserved to be fully chastised,
I was a boy who refused to be ignored.
Doin’ everything she could to raise me right,
and wishing all she ever did was worth the trouble.
I did everything I could to put up a good fight,
before realizing my own personal struggles.
"A Mother Who Prays"
As I recall all of my mother’s tender kisses,
and the happy wishes my mom made come true.
She was the star upon our tree every Christmas,
missing her once her parenting was thru.
For all of the trouble that I gave my mother,
I knew no other could truly care for me like she.
As a young boy, I seldom took time to hug her,
or thank her for the lessons she taught me.
I now know enrichment because of her ways,
I thank her everyday for all her words in kind.
Thank God for a faithful mother who prays,
as a father learning to pray for mine.
