Face without a name

Sometimes we get all angry
At things that don’t make sense,
Sometimes we get all caught up
In things that are past tense.
Sometimes the road seems bumpier
than it ever has before,
Sometimes we trip, we stumble
We nearly hit the floor.
Sometimes the days feel shorter
But the nights they never end,
Sometimes I seem to struggle
That’s when I turn to you my friend.
The days may seem quite often dark
The moon may spread more light,
But in you I trust to protect my soul
And eliminate my fright.
I know sometimes I make mistakes
Sometimes play my cards all wrong,
But I’m not scared run without fear
My pain it’s made me strong.
I may not have a mother,
but I still turned out alright,
I spent endless nights in my father’s arms,
His love what held me tight.
He showed me how to still stand tall
Forget pain and just be strong,
Cause with him by my side there’s no dead ends,
Not a road I can go wrong.
You can grow up without any brothers,
And sisters just the same,
But to grow up without a mother
Is like a face without a name.

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

Wow. Great poetry, Doh. A marvelous tribute to your Father. I hope he has seen this. Barbara

[Markus]

Awesome writing! I had my mother pass when I was young, so I can relate in some ways to this. I really like the flow and rhyming too. The best kind of rhymes are the ones you cant see before you read it, and it that reguard you do a great job. keep up the writing, I look forward to reading more of your work.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

This poem touches my sad heart ...very well penned. Thank you for sharing. Debileah