Thank you Vicki....Just another one of my analogies I came up with last night at work.

Dee, that is so true. It is said, even in the Good Book, that we have to forgive ourselves before we forgive others. Just as we have to love ourselves if we expect others to love us. Very well written my dear.

What You Can't Do In Hell

If you enjoy the life of sin
Then you will head straight to hell,
If this is the life you choose
Have I got a lot to tell.
There are some rules you must follow
Because you know Satan rules,
Hell is the one place he wants you
That's why he offers his sinful tools.

But there are some things that apply
And things you will have to learn,
So you better think twice
Before you get where you will burn.
Stop, drop and roll does not work
Once you get to hell,
That is one helluva fire, you can't put out
Even with a pail.

Oh and by the way,
There's never a cold day there,
So you better get to thinkin
If you even have a care.
And if you ask for ice water
He'll just laugh in your face,
If you're looking for paradise
You've come to the wrong place.

There's only one set of rules you need
If you want to through the pearly gates,
Don't think you have plenty of time to use them
Because it may be too late.
You never know when God is going to call on you
And take you from this Earth,
Because He has loved and cared for you
Since the day of your birth.

So take up the Good Book
And make sure your name is in The Book of Life,
Read a chapter a day and pray as a family
With your children and your wife.
Don't take life for granted
And pray against all temptation,
So that you can get to heaven
In the pillowy Plantation.

No court room could ever use it
Nor could they ever deny,
It's a timeless piece of evidence
That will never ever lie.
It has withstood throughout the ages
And has always stood strong,
It has withstood many lies and distrusts
And many rights and wrongs.

It has played a part in court rooms
With divorces and even death,
And it has always managed to slip through
With someone's dying breath.
But this piece of evidence will always survive
Through the hearts of many,
Because if you have it within your heart
Then your evidence will be a plenty.

Have you figured out this evidence yet Sherlock?
Or are you still left with a puzzling mind?
Can you tell the jury what you found please,
If you would be so kind.
If you've discovered the one piece of evidence
And realized you have enough,
Then the evidence will point to the one thing
And you will find that it's
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LOVE

Thank you Erica...

Thank you Pam, it's all that I or we can do, is our best.

Thanks Angel, and nope, nobody can change the love a parent has for a child.

Angel, once again you amaze me. Sometimes the shortest ones can say so much. As they always say, less is more.

Thank you all for your kind and pleasant comments. They were very well taken and appreciated.

Thanks Suze and Erica...sorry it is sad, but like everyone else has said, until my daughters realize what it's like to be in my shoes, they won't understand the hurt they have put me through.

Thank you Pam and it is the hardest of all loves when your children hurt you.

Thank you Angel for your sweet and informative comment. I, as well came from a broken family and it is hard. Thanks once again.

Thank you ((L))...I figured you would like this one. It's the only way I know how to express my feelings is through my writing.

Thank you Kristi...you know just as well because I know you've been there as well. Thanks for your kind advise too.

Thanks sweetheart for your kind words as I know you have been there done that too. I love you and I know you will stand by me.

Thank 1000...yes, it is a challenging job, being a parent. And the only pay you get is one of two ways, enjoyment or being fired.

This is you might say, a second part to my Epithet Of A Father...

Don't Do This To Me

Ever since the day you were born
I have done everything I possibly can,
To be the father and the dad
And growing into a man.
But don't feed me any of the guilt
As if I just don't care,
Don't hit me with any cheap shots
Cause that wouldn't be fair.

You know I would do anything
I would go the distance for you,
I have bent over backwards
As I have muddled through.
Don't do this to me
By throwing me a curve,
I don't need this done to me
For I only have one nerve.

You have always come first
Because you mean the world to me,
So don't go throwing me the guilt
Until you learn to see.
How life can treat you at times
And sometimes give you a raw deal,
Because I have done my best
Please, know how I feel.

Now to put in feminine form if you ladies feel like this can be for you as well...I adjusted the upper four lines.

Ever since the day you were born
I have done everything I possibly can,
To be the mother and the mom
And always taking a stand.

What more can I say that I haven't already have said. You have such a wonderful expression of your soul and love through your words, it's a joy to read your prose.

Dee, it is your ponderings I so look forward too. They leave you thinking and let your mind expand. You have a wonderful way of putting things out there to ponder.

Thank you baby, ladies and sage for your wondeful comments. And (((L))) thank you so much for your email. I think I will do just that.

Soon I hope Michele...still waiting back from St Judes.

That's a cute picture Kristi...and probably what Lumpy would look like.

Thanks Mark...glad you liked it.

And I love you too dear...and no you're not lumpy so to speak.

Nice job on the contemplation and answering yourself. Good write.

An Epithet Of A Father

I may not have been Father of the Year
But I never lived in fear
As I tried to teach you, right from wrong,
I may not have been a Super Hero
I never let my fear show
I always tried to remain strong.

I tried to do the best in raising you
I did everything I could do
But it never seemed enough,
With out lives tossed in a mess
As we lived in distress
I gave you all my love.

So with my passing I will say
I will carry your love my way
I have given everything I had,
Know that I have always cared
With my heart I have bared
The joys and love of being your Dad.

Through The Tunnel Of Darkness

I'm walking this railroad track
Destined to go two ways,
Eastward through a tunnel of darkness
Westward for many days.
It looks like a long journey
If I take the rail west,
So I'll trod on forward
And hope for the best.

I take the steps slowly
As I approach the tunnel with fear,
That darkness looks spooky
The more that I get near.
What will I experience
When I finally go in?
Will I see the light
When I get to the end?

When we overcome our fear
By going through our darkest times,
We never travel alone
For God even helps the blind.
When we get near the end
And we do see the light,
We get a sigh of relief
When we see this glorious sight.

When you feel fear coming on
When you are in your darkest hour,
Remember what prayer can do
When God has all the power.
He will help you through your troubles
And give you a sigh of relief,
By keeping your faith strong
And pray with your belief.

Lumpy The Pumpkin

He grew amongst the others
But he was more unusual they say,
His name is Lumpy the pumpkin
Soon it would come the day.
When farmer O'Dell would go pick
The pumpkins in the patch,
Lumpy felt so out of place
He didn't even match.

He didn't look like the others
Who were perfectly smooth and round,
He was afraid farmer O'Dell
Would just leave him laying around.
When he saw farmer O'Dell
Come looking where he lay,
He leaned back to cover his lumps
In a sneaky kind of way.

He was picked off the ground
And put with the others on the truck,
All all the other pumpkins cheered him on
And wished him the best of luck.
For he was going to market
To be sold for Halloween,
He was going to be the proudest pumpkin
Anyone's ever seen.

All the other pumpkins were picked over
As they were bought and sold,
Soon the evening sun will set
And in will come the cold.
Only a few more pumpkins left to choose
With Lumpy being one,
Then a smiling little face came along
"That one looks like fun."

Lumpy was picked up by farmer O'Dell
And put in the young child's lap,
"He looks like a misfit like me,"
As the little boy fixed his cap.
As his mother pushed his wheelchair
SHe noticed his big smile,
Little did they know about Lumpy
For he was just a little guile.

Yes, Lumpy may have been a misfit
And felt he didn't belong,
But when this little tyke came by
Boy, was he wrong.
Even misfits have a place in this world
In a place of misdirection,
People just have to reminded
They too can pass for perfection.

Thanks Erica..hope some will pay heed to it.

Love you 2

Thank you Erica...glad you liked it.

Heartfelt sympathies to you and your family...