Mom and Dad

In our little house, on our little block,
In our little town, at nine o'clock,
The lights went out, and far too soon,
At least, that is, in my little room.

After dark, Mom and Dad would come alive,
After all the kids, now totaling five,
Were covered up, and settled in,
And their quiet time, could then begin.

From the register in the floor, the upstairs floor,
I could hear the tv, and talking galore.
Through the hole in the floor, the aroma would waft,
As Dad fixed a pizza, and Mom would just laugh.

I was glad they were happy, but for pity's sake,
We never EVER had pizza, when I was awake.
It was tomato soup, saltines, and PBJ's,
At least on Summertime, non-school days.

Now, before I completely drift away,
There are a few more things I'd like to say.
'Til now, I've sounded like a bratty little kid,
Whining about what Mommy and Daddy did.

If the truth be told, about my Mom and Dad,
They gave up almost all they had,
To provide their family's basic needs,
Like a home, clean clothes, and food to eat.

My parents weren't perfect, their flaws made them real,
They showed us up close, the hand life can deal.
And though home was hard at times, I'd do it all again,
'Cause I'd be a different man today, if it hadn't been for them.

Painful Sunday

Don't you hate headaches on a cloudy Sunday?
With nothing but pain, and darkness all around?
A day to worship, and sing out praises,
And all you want, is a day without sound.

Any number of people, are gathered in churches,
Celebrating life, in a number of ways.
Laughing and sharing, in sweet fellowship,
And here you sit, alone, and locked away.

Alone with your thoughts, depression sets in,
It's hard to be joyful, when you just don't care.
You sit, and you think, of all you are missing,
You just want to curl up, and die somewhere.

You take the pills, you rock back and forth,
You pray for relief, with no end in sight.
You know He can heal you, but the pain is so strong,
Your doubt casts a shadow, you can't see the light.

You give up, and go to bed, and hope you can sleep,
You'll trade in the black, for a little bit of gray.
The best you can do, is dream of happiness,
And believe that tomorrow, will be a brighter day.