The Quilt Box
When I was just a child, I knew so much despair.
I wondered why life dealt such blows to someone
needing care.
Too young to know a lot that happened, but
learned in later years,
But still remember many things, no child should
ever endure.
I remember my only pet that meant so much to me,
And yet she died from someone’s hand of cruelty.
I remember the hunger we felt at times, for life
back then was tough.
I loved my dad, he worked so hard, and yet he
drank a lot.
Our life could have been much easier if it
hadn’t been for that,
But now I must look forward, and put that in the
past.
Why dwell on things we cannot change, when life
is full of joy,
I can see the old home place the way it looked
before.
A hall as dark as night, and a quilt box in the
corner,
Was my place of refuge until the fear was over.
I stayed there petrified in my own little
private corner,
And no one knowing where I was, hidden under a
cover.
I’d watched him stumble down the street,
defeated by this vice,
And heard him shout some words that weren't so
very nice.
I feared him so; I stayed away, till he was fast
asleep,
Then I’d slip out from my private corner, as
quite as I could be.
We could have dressed much nicer, had a better
place to stay,
But life for us was misery, we knew no other
way.
God allows things to happen that we may grow in
Him,
If life was all so easy we could not learn from
them.
In spite of all my fears and anger, I really
love my dad,
Because you see, he made mistakes, but wasn’t
really bad.
He worked so hard and paid his debts, and as
honest as he could be,
He also made his peace with God, for life
eternally.
Faye Reyenga ~ © ~ 1998
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