I could not dig: I dared not rob:
Therefore I lied to please the mob.
Now all my lies are proved untrue
And I must face the men I slew.
What tale shall serve me here among
My angry and defrauded young?
Sometimes I catch a glimpse,
In softened waves of blue,
My child, my heart …when I see a smile,
I can’t help but think of you.
Sometimes these waves fill oceans.
And feelings string on every shore,
A collections of each memory
And every way I wish for more.
Sometimes I watch for answers
Because each day I call to you.
I ask for faith and courage
And strength…to help me through.
Sometimes I ask for bravery
Like dolphins in the deep,
Because time moves oh so slowly,
And sometimes the road is steep.
Sometimes I want to scream.
This was not what I had planned.
Why you ever suffered,
A mom can’t understand.
Sometimes I hear your laughter
And remember you at play,
But My Child I always miss you.
Not sometimes, but every day.
Colleen Ranney
