DECISIONS

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    This poem is dedicated to my three Boys, who have stuck by me through thick and thin. To: Dakota Chase, Montana Gentry, and London Blake. I love you boys.

    DECISIONS

    I closed my eyes in sleep one night,
    And saw a little boy in a baseball cap.
    His smile was crooked, but his eyes were bright,
    As he shuffled along, just a-swingin' a bat.

    His shoes were untied, he had holes in his jeans,
    And the shirt that he wore was a bit too small.
    He looked old for his age - or so it seems -
    And yet the cap on his head hit me strangest of all.

    It was loose on his head, and sat down o'er his ears,
    And with each swing of the bat, it would twist around some.
    Each time he'd straighten it, his eyes brimmed with tears,
    Until I heard myself asking, "Son, how come?"

    He said, "Sir, you don't know me - or maybe you do -
    But as you can see, Sir, we don't have very much.
    My mother, she tries, Sir. She does the best she can do...
    But she says what we lack, Sir, is our father's touch"

    "You see, Sir, these clothes - they really don't fit me.
    I've grown quite a spell since the last ones were bought.
    I don't have a glove, nor a baseball, you see...
    And I don't play ball, because I haven't been taught.

    "Mister, my daddy's been gone for quite a spell now,
    And we boys each get a letter from time to time...
    But I don't reckon he'd know me if he saw me right now...
    Because you can't watch a boy grow by dropping a line."

    "Momma says he loves us - and Mister, I hope that's true -
    And that decisions he made are what took him from us.
    Come to think of it, Sir, he looks a lot like you...
    What was it, Mister, you said your name was?"

    I awoke in a sweat, with tears down my face...
    I jumped out of bed, and fell before God.
    I prayed for His Mercy, Forgiveness, and Grace;
    For decisions I'd made, and paths that I'd trod.

    You see, I'm that boy's father - and he's paid the cost
    Of all the bad choices I've made in my life...
    But God opened my eyes to all that I'd lost...
    My God, my home, my children... my wife.

    So open your eyes friend, to what is and what was...
    And ask for help and guidance from God up above.
    For the choices that we make, affect more than us...
    And the highest prices paid are by those that we love.

    Marcus Lewis
    01/21/09
















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    TBA commented on DECISIONS

    09-27-2009

    PS: Great boys and interesting names. You shall have your hands full going forward. I raised 2 boys and 2 girls. I'd raise boys any time. TBA

    TBA commented on DECISIONS

    09-27-2009

    Very, very nice. I have read several of your poems and find them all to exhibit a beautiful talent. This is masterfully presented. While the subject is father/son it so readily applies to any relationship. Any one reading it can leave with a lesson learned for their own experience. TBA

    jimmymc600 commented on DECISIONS

    08-24-2009

    Being a father and an aries as well I more than relate to you thru this poem. No father could have expressed it better for a son! God bless!

    mpjtforever commented on DECISIONS

    08-11-2009

    I had to stop reading this one to wipe my tears. you see I could be you in this poem. The choices I once made in my life cost my children more pain then i ever caused myself. that was then and this is now, but this poem brought it all back to me. awesome poet you are. I can tell you have a heart like no other and you might want to change your user name, for i truelly believe that you are a wonderful father, in my opinion and i have never met you, your friend jodi.

    frog commented on DECISIONS

    08-02-2009

    I have had realizations like this too. I hope one day I can have the ability to write about it like you do. It shows so much strength.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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