NEGLECTED

Oh, I am so guilty of your neglect.
It takes a life-threatening situation
To see I am the one responsible
To see you to your graduation.
Why would it take so much
To make me see so little?
Not keeping up with your welfare
Is like holding you on a needle.
My child, (that is what you are)
You run to me for safety,
And I stand aside and let you pass.
Why would you still love me?
Oh, the angel God has given me,
Is the child who cries my name.
Would he ever be regretful
When I am who is to blame?

12-19-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspired: my son Anthoni when he had a tumble as a toddler

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