J.M.J.
J.M.J.
DEAD END STREET
DO THEY KNOW THAT I’M A BOY?
I SURE HOPE I BRING THEM JOY.
I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THEIR FACE,
TO GET A KISS, FEEL THEIR EMBRACE.
I WONDER WHAT THEY’LL SAY TO ME;
WILL THEY ROCK ME ON THEIR KNEE?
I WILL LOVE THEM BOTH I KNOW
WITH EVERY DAY THAT I WILL GROW.
IT MUST BE TIME FOR US TO MEET;
WHAT AM I DOING IN THE STREET?
WHERE IS MY MOTHER AND MY DAD?
I SHOULD BE PROUD, BUT I FEEL SAD.
THERE IS NO ONE ELSE IN SIGHT;
THE GROUND IS COLD; THERE IS NO LIGHT.
ONLY A PILE OF BONES I SEE;
IS THIS WHAT WILL BECOME OF ME?’
WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS?
NO FATHER’S HUG OR MOTHER’S KISS?
AND NOT A WORD TO SAY GOOD BYE
BEFORE THEY LEFT ME HERE TO DIE.
“THY WILL BE DONE”
3-17-1994