A parent might be a sperm donor
A husband could be one
A boy friend could be one too.

A sperm donor, however is not always a parent.

Being a parent means that you are there for the child
and for the mother when you need to be.

Being a parent means that you always without exception
put the children's interest first and formost in your
daily life.

Being a parent means doing the right thing for your family
no matter what the cost to you personally.

What cause we have to sell our souls for wealth
That fills our lives with pride and more than that

That tells the world we are but waste of health
A coin of realm wont buy the welcome mat

We come and go without a soul you see
But build a place for Him we try to please

But then He knows the road we take is greed
So life to us will have no stress but ease

We sold our souls for wealth and now we loathe
Our selves for what we’ve done and can’t undo

And late in life we give our wealth away
To make amends so God will let us through

The gates of gold and pearl that leads to Him
To join the poor and good who’s faith was strong

Who’s toil and sweat they gave that let us gain
A loss of soul and life we knew was wrong

A sonnet written in Iambic Pentameter

Each day is a blessing though we may feel hell in a way
For the problems we face are mostly of our own making

When we wake we are faced with the decisions of the day
And all the fruits of those days are there for our taking

We can chose to let the world happen to us, this I say
But at the beginning of each morning at our waking

We can ask ourselves if we want hide from the array
Or be in charge of our lives, our egos not forsaking

Or let desires control us as if we had no choices anyway
And let someone else’s will be the force that’s taking

The life’s energy and life’s blood from us, so to say
Allowing the evil in another to persuade by faking

A love that should be real, but keeps our lives in dismay
Not giving and caring, not sharing but is mistaking

His lust and greed in a most evil and cunning way
And leaving your heart in a constant state of breaking

Hope springs eternal each and every living day
If you count your blessings from God not forsaking

Your prayer should be for guidance so you will find the way
To throw away the evil past and create a new life awaking

Do not despair because of problems that you face today
But cut all hurtful relationships from the future you are taking

It’s a wonderful world if you have the right people in your day
So take charge of life and make the best of your undertaking

Remember that there is more than one mate, matched in a way
By our circumstance and also of the choices we are making.

She stood by the door of the school her face covered with a veil
She pondered her freedom to attend, Saddam would put her in jail

She has a second chance while hoping that terror will not prevail
Her father was murdered by Mr. Hussien, her sister told the tale

She had no rights because she was born in Iraq, she could only fail
They raped her daughter as she watched 'cause loyalty was not for sale

Now lost in her thoughts of thanks that the tyrant is there in jail
She can act like anyone else and go to school and she wont fail

A second chance she has, now that the country is safe and sound
A place where her liberty and her freedom will soon abound

Where women are treated as equals in the new freedom she found
Where there is no fear of rape or killing on Iraqi ground

Except for the terrorists who are bombing innocents they found
But sooner or later the new Iraq will grind them into the ground

Then she will walk the avenue and the market place without fear
A second chance gives her joy and she sheds a happiness tear

There I stood on the edge of the world and saw
A beautiful sunset with a rolling, billowy cloud
Though things around me were moving or still
I heard nothing of them not even when loud

I stood in the park watching the birds in the sky
Their wings were like silken sails gliding up there
But their songs were silent when I tried to listen
I was sure they were chirping, but no noise anywhere

While there in the park the picnic tables were full
Though I saw the dogs playing and I am sure they bark
And children running, swinging and jumping so busy
I heard nothing, the people, children or dogs in the park

Along came a miracle and I had my hearing back
The traffic outside my window I can hear
And the chirping birds, the dogs in the park
The actors on the T.V. shows were awesomely clear

The noises familiar to you all were suddenly mine
My parents and my children didn’t have to yell
That’s why my friends my story had to be blogged
It’s a wonderful story that I felt I must tell

And part of the miracle that happened to me
And the reason that I’ll never again be the same
Is that when you come near and hold me close
I can hear a loving voice whisper my name