By Philbert George
My child, my child,
Where did we go wrong?
Never wanted you to be a vagabond
My child, my child,
I’ve tried to read your mind
Did you have to end up in a life of crime?
Many days have I wondered
Why you- my baby, my child
And countless nights have I pondered
Will I ever see you again alive?
But cry will my heart cry no more
For in his hands
I deliver you for sure
Lord, I pray you’ll teach this child
Make Him turn around and realize…
For no longer can my burdened heart
Yearn for a better tomorrow
When all my todays
Are but memories of pain and sorrow
I love you my child with all my heart
Will love you my child
Till death do me part
mother is a gr8 gift 4 world there is no alternate of mother alway give respect 2 ur mother because mother is everything in the world
love yooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu maaaaaaaaaa so much
LOVELY POEM WELL SAID
I love this poem
This poem is so true. A mothers’ love will never die.
Lovely
a true mothers cry, for we know not what tomorrow brings for our children
Touching poem…this is becoming an everyday reality for so many mothers. Prayer is the only way a mother can this heavy burden. Let’s pray for our nation. Keep on sharing your wisdom Mr. George.
liked this poem..continue doing a good job
awwwwww….was so sweet,,,and sad…nice poem philbert,,,,,u write some real good poems!!
simple and beautiful.. little words that means so much….i am not even a mother and am so touched my this poem.