What About Me?Why do you love him so Why can he go when I can't go What does he do that I can't do When can I tell you my point of view? What's so wrong with me but not him Why's his future bright but mine dim In all his great treatment that I see It makes me wonder: What about me?What About Me?
Why don't you care about me I could be great too, can't you see What makes you try so hard You always guard him so where's my guard? When do I get to glow What does he know that I don't know With all the hugs between you I see I'm beginning to wonder: Have you lost sight of me?
Mommy if You're ThereLittle Mattuew lay in bed but he could not bow his head for he felt his little heart would just stop beating his mother was now dead he had cried into her bed and he knew very well she'd not be coming.Mommy if You're There
"Mommy if you're there please listen to my prayer." The little boy cries out into the dark the child just couldn't pray he could only bow his head and say " poor mommy."
Mattuew's father's in the other room with a mop and with a broom cleaning up the mess the kitty made " please leave my daddy here" Mattuew says with one small tear &nbs
Writer's HandsA writer's hands are never done they work all day till night's begun and then they write till day draw near 'bout this and that and things they fear so when you see a writer's hands don't scoff or scorn or make demands cause writer's hands are never through as this short rhyme can prove to you.Writer's Hands
Little TearsLittle baby, tear filled eyes why must all still hear your crys why are you not filled with joy while families ask if it's a boy do you not like all this light or relatives that squeeze too tight do you fear the noise so loud or the finally thinning crowdLittle Tears
Little baby, tear filled eyes will you cry till someone dies you're quite loud for a small thing so loud that you make ears ring I must beg you now to sleep so to bed I may now creep little baby, please be still before with tears my eyes do fill
Little toddler, tears galore why
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I'm more than my ten most recent deviations.
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I'm more than my ten most recent deviations.
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