Just what on earth do you really gain?
By inflicting and causing so much pain.

Oh, how it breaks your momma’s heart,
To see you acting a fool not being smart.

Dope, alcohol, and popping pills,
You seek them all for cheap thrills.

Thugs for friends are your family now,
To be like them and throw in the towel.

Life on the street they make look so neat,
Your belly rumbles and can’t sleep for lack of meat.

Hungry and jobless leaves you to steal,
From hardworking people with weapons you conceal.

Wait! Where are they all at now you do scream?
Did they run away when locked up or is it a dream?

Before the judge in the courtroom you look around,
None of your so called **** family are found.

Who is that praying and wiping a tear?
How can my momma still love me so dear?

Cards and letters I get but a few,
Prayers from momma on starting anew.

How Jesus died on a cross for my sin,
He spared my life by placing me in the pen.

In my reply to her letter I did write,
Sweet momma on my knees I pray each night.

Thanking Him for loving me enough to sacrifice His life,
And forgiveness for stabbing a man with a knife.

I have given my life to The Lord up high,
And momma I will see you in Heaven when I die.

Vicki L. Kilgore 9/5/15