The blessing of my seed (written a few years back about my son, Dylan)
The manners pour out, not perfect but still improving
Does he know that I’m still trying to figure out what I’m doing?
I pray and I pray for great wisdom during your rebel days
I also pray that these revolts are just a temporary phase.
I know it’s not a phase even though I pray it might be,
IRONY, my Grandma said that I would have a child just like me.
I guess that would’ve been awesome if I was considered the perfect model.
but when “great kid” pills where handed out, my portion got left in the bottle.
I promise to be there for my son, whether he is crazy popular or the “shy” “lone-one”
I promise to be there for his first touchdown, or his first homerun…
(written when I was a kid about my brother who was selfishly taken from me at 8yrs old)
It hurts a lot when I see other siblings fight,
cuz being without you Mike is hell inside,
Michael I love you, I know you love me too,
I know you’re with me during all the struggles I go through.
I had a big heart, but it was unexpressed,
I wish time could go back to the day you left,
I’d do somethin’ different, I’d atleast try,
’cause my world ended the day you died.
No title (written for my fiance Crystal, 10yrs ago)
…I lost my family, but yet I gained one, and though in my life it has rained some,
it’s always people like you who shine in my life, who bring out the encaged sun.
As I close this rhyme, I just want to make sure you know,
that I’ve been where I don’t want to be, so I’m going to go where God wants me to go.
Crystal, I’m asking you if you’ll be there through all my teaching and my learning,
I want you to be the third set of footprints in the sand, as I continue my journey…