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Hi Sara,
I did in fact write a poem about that experience. When I find it, I will bring it in. I have related in the past of the troublesome time that I had when married to my second wife who is now deceased. {I didn't do it.}When I left and moved to Indianapolis, she threw out a lot of my belongings. Among them, several pictures of me and my parents in different stages of my life. She also threw out four thick notebooks with all of my original poems. I had written one poem that was four pages long, front and back. It was about a sad young man sitting alone on the edge of his bed with tears running down his cheeks. He could hear his parents down stairs arguing once again. He wished that he could find a place where no one argued or slapped one another, and a place where no one blamed one another for bringing him into the world. As he wiped his tears, one teardrop swelled into a large bubble, lifted him up and swept him into the air. His window was open and he began a fantastic journey. He saw wondrous sights, heard beautiful music and after awhile he came across a beautiful beach. He was outside the bubble now and had the urge to run upon the beach and scoop up the sand. Suddenly he stopped. He noticed that the beach was pristine, not a thing out of place, and although he could see the shadows of people in the distance, there was not a single foot step. Man had not yet travelled this way. He froze and would not step further. A soft voice asked him why he would not walk upon the beach and his answer was, "Because, Man has not been here yet to ruin this beauty and I will not be the first."
I wish that I could remember the rest of it, but it ended with the boy being returned to his room. He went downstairs to where his mother and father were still arguing. He addressed them by saying, "Stop!! You are wasting your time. Each night you argue about bringing me into the world. Neither of you brought me here. GOD did. You think that it takes money to raise me, but it does not. It takes the Love that you once knew. When you find that love once again, you may be able to raise me like you want to. Dad, put down your beer. Mom, stop calling your friends and telling them that you don't know what to do. You both hate the fact that I came into this world, but it doesn't matter. I am here, and I love you. Start learning how to love yourself." With that, the young man turned and started back to his room. Both parents said "Wait. Don't go. We need you."
I saw my ex-wife read it one time, and she had tears in her eyes. I understand that the book containing that poem was not just tossed in the trash and burned. What people do not understand is that you can not destroy the truth. Truth is not just words that are etched on paper, but rather lives in our hearts. If you know something to be truthful it gives you a good feeling inside, however if you know that what you are saying is a lie, your stomach feels queezy, even if you do not want it to.
For the longest time, I resented the way she was. Toward the end of her days on Earth, we became friends. Shirley invited her to join the holiday celebrations with us, which I thought was the worst thing in the world until we started laughing together. Tears of happiness far outway the tears of sorrow. Shortly before she died, Shirley took her aside and asked her what she was doing about her legs. They were in bad shape and Shirley knew that they had to be cared for. My ex told Shirley that she was seeing a dictor about them, but she wasn't. She died when blood clots from her legs lodged in her lungs {The very same thing that happened to Shirley three years ago.} My ex died, Shirley still lives. Shirley cared about someone that others paid little attention to. GODhonestly does watch out for those that care for others.
GOD BLESS YOU
~Mike~
http://www.countryvalues65.com
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