death to a parents ears
I...don't...care...
bam...bam...bam...
A hammer on nails
piercing, tearing, splitting, wedging,
fastening new things onto existing structures
whether you want them or not...
I...don't....care...
......but what about?....
I... don't....care...
..don't you want to do what is right?...
I...don't...care...
.....really? then why are there tears in your eyes?
The words hurt so bad
that it takes awhile to see past them
into the eyes that plead acceptance
yearning for freedom,
yet craving the security of familiarity
The same eyes that peered over a blanket,
peeked around the corner,
twinkled with laughter as you sat in a box,
the dryer,
the cabinet
waiting for the right moment to pop out.
Eyes that searched for me in a crowd,
widened with anticipation as you saw things that were new,
or that brimmed with unshed tears
over the little hurts and frustrations,
Eyes that closed at night
confident that all would be well in the morning.
May these same eyes be open
to how much God cared.
May you see his grace,
mercy, and the freedom that he offers
then, maybe, the I...don't....care...
can be replaced with His truth,
and you will hear him whisper in the dark,
in the new places that you've never been,
through the tulmultuous times that are ahead,
within the stark reality of life...
"I care"...
and you'll realize... that you do too.
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Wow, Bonnie, that was beautiful. I have tears in my eyes as I say a quick (but heartfelt) prayer for you and your boy.
thank you! Those prayers are the ones that help make it through the times that come relentlessly. 8 days until.....
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