When children disobey their parents, they may not know it's a sin.
If more children went to church, they might not disobey again.
Churches teach children to obey their parents, that's what they should understand.
Even though Jesus had imperfect parents, he obeyed their every command.
If I had children, I would take them to church every week.
I would teach them that God will always be there even when life is bleak.
If your children won't obey you, take them to church every Sunday.
That might make them have more respect, it might make them obey.
I wish you knew me
but you don't.
Where were you!
I needed you!
As my father before, you left me
You two never left me when I was a babe!
When I was trapped in that glass box
The entrappings of wires and needles
of life machines, and sterile rooms
But, you left me now.
"You only did it for MY attention"
You are MY mother, it is natural for me to want your attention!
You always make it about "you"
Well allow me to do so.
I am ashamed of you!
You make me tremble and sick
You make me weep and cut
You make me thick with strife
You make me hate this life.
Why are my parents so toxic!
One's a woman beater, the others suicidal
This is about you.
I look at you, my mother and all I see is what I must force my eyes to see
Reality has come forward.
Truth has come forward.
You are the reason I do not want to become a mother!
Could I bear to put my own flesh and blood through
The horror you slew all us three through.
Could I bring forth life, only to want to abandon it in death!
Blame it! Shame it! Damage it!
How can I look to you?
When all I see is a mother who makes me hate my skin
My poor siblings, the 3 crucified
You think you know me.
The amount of men I gave myself too
Drunk and drugged myself up
Sliced myself as if I were butchers meat!
All because my Father and Mother are toxic!!!!
My father left me in life
You wished to leave me in death.
Me, Pig, Abby.
Look at your children. For you do not know them at all.
For if you did, why are each and everyone of us shattered?
Raped? abused? rejected? forlorn?
When they find me, you will know I was never selfish
If you could leave me in death, so can I
And 30 years will have never been reached from 1993
Mommy, why does that boy look like that?
shh, don't be rude
Daddy where is that girl's dad?
now is not the time, I'm not in the mood
Mom, can you hear me sing?
darling, maybe later
Dad, will you play catch with me?
at a different time would be better
Mom can I have a couple bucks?
here you go
Dad can I borrow the car
I'm sure you'll remain calm
since I wasn't even there
Its like I was never gone
Jill can see them
in the garden kissing:
her mother and the man
she has brought home
with her just now.
Father has left,
with the skinny woman,
who Jill saw with him
at the theatre,
whom he said
was a friend
She stares at them
in the garden
kissing and holding,
she smiling and he
Her mother had
the man to her;
he had looked at her,
smiled, spoke trifles,
at her mother
of other things,
leaving her alone
as he and her mother
into the garden.
stayed the night,
her mother's bed,
as her father used to do.
She turns away
from the window
on the edge
of her bed.
out of it all,
feels put aside,
put out of mind.
Her father brought
his friend home
while her mother
the night too,
in her father's room,
in his bed.
the friend's giggles.
She had crept
to her father's room
listened at the door.
By sounds she heard
she never saw.
A young girl's life ended
without the opportunity to grow
made all reason incomprehensible
shrouded the family in agonising woe
Her nascent bubbling personality
not given the light to flower
taken from this life
too soon for a final hour
Her mother may have questioned her God
her father may have denounced his belief
broken hearts may never have truly mended
prolonged time may never have healed grief
Her mother may have believed in heaven
her father may have returned to Mass
but their faith would be fully realised
if rejoining her came to pass
Some kids play with action figures, and some kids play with footballs.
Some kids play inside, and others prefer to be outside
in the muck with a pigskin in their hands.
Some kids grow out of having big dreams,
and some kids don't.
Azure skies accompanied with green grass,
Cut with cleats and muddied from drills.
All while August weather beating down.
This is when the high school football players first feel the anxiety.
The tension growing between their hands as
Receivers and Quarterbacks.
The power felt by the opposing player as the linemen
defend their team,
defend their titles.
Win or Lose,
A place where money and social standing,
have no place,
Where field is an unforgiving land,
And time goes by faster than it should.
Four years on that field,
After that there is college ball.
Stadium is larger,
Expectations more great.
but the field is exactly the same.
But at what price does this come with fame?
Mom and dad I am
Glad you are my
Thank you guys
For being my
You guys can put me
Up for adoptions
When you guys find
Out that I have
a disability but
You guys don't
Put me up for
Adoptions you guys
Keep me and teach
Me and you guys
Love me unconditionally
And you don't have to be
My parents but you guys
What to be my parents
And care for me
Thank you guys for being my
© Amanda Kay Hill
May ravens sing to you
May they brighten Winter's dreary walks
As fallen leaves crunch beneath your feet
And the sky grows a melancholy gray
May cheerfulness run forth to greet you
With happy, outstretched arms
May no rain or darkness sadden your day
May only beauty, wishes, and dreams
Dance inside your head
Happy Birthday, Dad!
We (my parents and I) have had a LOT
Come up lately, so if I'm not always
On here reading and writing poetry, please understand!!
However today I knew I had to write something...
Today is my Dad, Timothy's birthday!!
Sorry if this doesn't sound like my usual style,
But it was quite randomly written!!!
Enjoy anyways!!!! :) <3