💘 Learning to adjust,
Carrying onward is a must,
🌎 Yet too slogged for a hint of inspiration, or else fitting in with our whole dam Nation.
👀 Too blurry to see, it’s not about me, crying it seems became a fkg disease. 😷
👼 Caring as much as I can, grasping tight my mom’s cold dreary hands. ✋
🎶 Slowly schooching an inch, and not such a scinch.
🏋 I’ma get her moving and eating better, I wont expose her to too much colder weather..
🙏 Moms turn of fate, though not too cloudy to hate, looking for God’s grace, and tryna keep the faith..
❤ I tried to be strong, as the misery takes too long, but little did I find, things like this is destroying my mind..
📜 Writing poetry to ease my woo’s, hurting myself with this terrible booze. 🍺
💪 As you know, I’m hurting inside, can’t conceive the Blow, of my mom actually dying..
AND BUDDY I AIN’T LYING.
☁ But that God of ours, calls when he does and at all hours,
👩 Let me see a smile ole lord, when she closes her eyes and enters your world..
😢 God yes I cried out to
one painful night, I was too distraught and a bit unpolite.
👼 But Lord I learned a bit from that, I’d rather love you than, be a Rat..
🌞 Yes lord I noticed your experience in this, you’ve shown grace to all, although we might feel a slight offense..
💡 It’s the beauty of the beast,
as we don’t always know, the answer is YOU, as we all gotta go.
So God, My chosen concept to oblige, I’m here for the long run,
And it’s your praises I won’t hide.
🙏 For I need you lord, I need you to accept my mom, when she’s at your door and with you is where she belongs..
👨 You already have 2 of the best man friends, but then again lord you have millions at hand.
🎸 My own dad, very sorry to lose, he was 72 lord, why did you have to choose.
💘I ask for acceptance of YOUR will, with the strength to handle it, whatever it may be…
Faithfully waiting as you wait for ME! #ChefRob