Good Morning Soul...

Good morning soul

Today I’m gone to write

a poem that simply suggested

its self to me last night.

It will be a poem of joyous tears

for the two sons I dearly miss--

sons that gave my life so much bliss.

Oh I wish this poem

would flood its self

with their many loving words

and charming acts---

that all the world could see

why God so dearly wanted them back.

But let me not push

this poem to any type of limitation,

for it’s not a wailing, pitiful lamentation

of a heart painful and sad---

rather, it’s a praise poem to the Giver

for granting us all the crazy fun we had.

Good morning soul.

This poem could never cover

all those wonderful short years---years,

filling this old heart with such joy and laughter

and flooding these old orbs with grateful tears.

Yeah, tha Lawd giveth; and tha Lawd taketh away.

Blessed be tha Name of tha Lawd each and evah day!