Where Were You,
When The Clouds Turned Black,
And The Sky Began To Cry,
Over Me….In Torrents.
And I Thought You Said,
I Was Your Moonlit Night,
And The Sun On Your Face,
The Day I Was Born.
But One Morning, I Awoke
On The Cold, Stone Steps,
Of St. Andrew’s Church,
With A Man Robed In Black,
And A Stiff White Collar,
Staring Down At Me,
With A Book In His Hand,
And A Face, Old, And Drawn
With Cheeks Pinched.
Someday, I Will Light
A Candle For You,
As God Knows Fogiveness,
But He Also Knows,
The Consequence Of Evil,
And What You’ve Done,
But Moreso, What You’re Capable,
Of Doing Once Again.
And He Mustn’t Be Happy.
And This Feeling Of Hurt,
Is The Feeling I’ve Had,
Since The Day I Was Told
How You Left Me, Alone,
A B A N D O N E D……,
On The Cold, Stone Steps,
Of St. Andrew’s Church;
The Day God Said:
Come Inside My House,
And Be Safe From Black Clouds,
And Torrent Rain;
As No Child, Should Ever Know Such Pain.
Woman, If You Ask….I Forgive You,
But I Can Never Be Your Son Again.
Author’s Note: As Is The Case In All My Works, Unless Otherwise Footnoted, The Above Work Is Not Auto-Biographical. My Mom, Who Turned 82 In May, And My Dad, Who Is Closing In On 86, In July, Have Been & Will Always Be, My Lifetime Heroes & Anchors……………Fjr