This poem is called My Heart and my best friend Robert helped me write it:
My Heart
My heart is aching inside
I cannot hide
These feelings in me
Wanting you to be
Mine forever to hold
To keep me warm when its cold
I know I treated you bad
And now you are very mad
But one question for you
Will my words ring true
In your heart will you see
We are meant to be
Things are not what they were
And I’m not there
I want to be by your side
Instead I’m on a slide
Of misery and pain
There is a stain
On my heart
That says I’m still yours
‘Til death do us part
Is what is in my heart
I promised myself to you
And ill always be true
I remember the day I read my vows to you
Do you remember that day too?
When our ember of love became
More like a roaring flame
Like a roaring fire
Is the height of our desire
I promise you
That I will love you
Until the end of time
If you again become mine
However, no matter how many poems I write, he is not coming back into my life, so I need to find a way to move on. I've been considering going back to church and getting my son involved in the church. I know that Gary would not approve of this, but it is my life, and I am the one raising my son, so I plan on doing what I want to do.
Every night before I go to bed, my mind races with all these things, and the never ending questions of just what if and why and how....I know it sort of seems like this is a journal entry, but if you dont like what you read, then dont read my blog...
Anyways, Michael is doing great, he is getting so big and more handsome by the day. I had an appointment with a doctor for him the other day to have his hearing checked. He has perfect hearing so Kids on the Move are coming out tomorrow to do tests to see if he has a developmental problem. He is not talking much, and he likes to use his own sign language to portray what he is trying to say.
I am really scared that he has some sort of problem, and hopefully I will know tomorrow if there is anything wrong with him, or if it is just him being stubborn. I see it as he has been through a lot in his life, his short little life, and maybe that has caused him to be behind in talking and whatnot.
For example, incase you did not know this, I got pregnant with him when I was living in Oklahoma, When I was 6 months pregnant with him I rode the greyhound bus back up here. Well, when Michael was 5 months old I married his father, and when he was 8 months old we moved out to Oklahoma. Let me tell you 24 hours in a truck with an 8 month old is not a good idea.... His dad and I split up when he was a year and a half, and last June we moved back up here to Utah.
Since then we have been living with my dad, in Lehi, and he is at least treated like he is part of the family which is good enough for me.
This is a picture of Michael and I that my cousin Shiloh took for me last October...it is the most recent photo of us that I have
this next photo is my favorite pic of us
and one last photo of just Michael, this one is my favorite of just him
I want to thank my cousin Shiloh for taking these pictures among more of my family thank you so much!



Way cute, Merinda!
ReplyDeleteI love you Rindy Roo <3 and your little guy is a sweet heart.
ReplyDeleteI love you too shi! I hope to get up the money and come visit you soon!
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