Based on all the recent killings of our young men and women here in St.Lucia, I felt inspired to put pen to paper and come up with this poem. With all this happening, it’s really the mothers I feel more sorry for.
They’re the ones who are hit the hardest when the news of their sons’ death or daughters’ death comes to their doorstep. Being that, I have three sons of my own, this particular issue hits a sore spot with me.
Hope you like it;
A mother weeps, as her son sleeps
She cries for him and sings a hymn
She cries cause she worries about his future
As she nurtures him all alone.
She wants him to grow to be a good man
A strong, courageous, compassionate man
A God fearing and determined man
An honest, kind, loving, loyal man
But she fears that she will fail
And have to post bail….eventually
She can only do so much
And gives him a soft touch
So many young lives lost. And at what cost?
She doesn’t want him to be another. Just a young brother man dead in the streets
“Oh Lord, ” she prays. “Guide and protect my son.
He’s such a good boy. Help me make all the right decisions
I’ve been having these visions
Help him become the man I know he is capable of becoming.
Lead him into the path of righteousness
Let him prosper against all evil. This is my prayer in Jesus name. Amen”
She kisses his forehead and slowly creeps out of his room
He is safe for now.