Black Poetry : Mom to Dad

Danilyn

Well-Known Member
REGISTERED MEMBER
Dec 17, 2001
587
0
The Gump (Montgomery, AL)
I gave you a gift
A precious gift
And you act like you don’t want it.
In return, you give me a ring.
But I need something less symbolic,
and more real.
What good is a love based on feelings and not substance?
You claim to love, yet can’t prove it.
You claim to try, I can’t see it.
My sacrifices many,
your sacrifices few –
And my love is supposed to grow for you?
Instead of produce, you defend.
Instead of progress, you remain steadfast –
Unmovable.
Love is more than combining flesh or even souls.
It’s commitment to not only each other,
but to your promise –
Your duty –
To provide and protect –
to secure.
Love dwindles with failing trust and nonexistent dependability.
You were commissioned by God to rule –
Little by little, you’re being fired from the position.
If for no other reason, be an example to the gift I gave,
The gift we made.
Run the race and win the prize.
Lose,
and it will disappear before your eyes.
Bad can be done alone.
The time I waste can never be recovered.
The pain I suffer makes me cold and hard.
Want the gift –
Appreciate me who gave it to you.
Spend your life cherishing both.
Because just as easily as it was given,
it can easily be taken away.
And for the well-being of both,
I will not hesitate.
 

Donate

Support destee.com, the oldest, most respectful, online black community in the world - PayPal or CashApp

Latest profile posts

TractorsPakistan.com is one of the leading tractor exporters from Pakistan to Africa and the Caribbean regions.
HODEE wrote on Etophil's profile.
Welcome to Destee
@Etophil
Back
Top