Tears for Freedom

Forever in tears for freedom.
That’s all I really want is freedom.
I just want to be able to think, sleep, write, and feel how I want.
I just want some peace and quiet.
I just want to be able to move out and have a nice safe place
For Anthoni and myself to call our own.
I do not want Anthoni smothered the way I was.
It only caused so much hatred and resentment.
If it weren’t for the wonderful teachers, counselors,
friends, and family, and God,
I would have never found the love and forgiveness
I have for my family and myself now.
And I love our family relationship.
Somehow we will survive.
We are God’s children and full of love for one another.
We are family.
In Sweet Jesus name I pray and ask… Amen.
I love you, God, my Father in heaven.
Your daughter.

6-5-1992 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero

My Child

My child,
In pain he came to acknowledge,
Breathless,
Without a cry,
Without the laughter,
Without the joy,
Without the simple words of…
….mommy.
Oh, as my baby lay in helplessness,
I felt of no worth
For this unawareness to
Conquer my love.
Of what value am I to my child
If I cannot chase the ache,
That I can’t even recognize?
My child,
Clang to me
In desperation for security,
Safety from the hurt.
Yet, I alone in imprisonment,
Was confined behind bars
Of ignorance.
My child,
Fought a battle
Of his own.
And it was God,
And God alone,
That spared
My child.

12-25-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my son Anthoni
Happy Birthday, Jesus! ❤

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