Cradle him with love when he was tiny <br />Surviving barely with things she had <br />Held him close within her arms <br />Secluded from robbers and thugs <br />Clothed and sheltered restricting his efforts <br />You’re tire go to sleep now <br />Gave him guidance and rules she enforced <br />Don’t walk backwards or cross the street <br />Took journeys and visitation <br />The federal buildings and the church <br />Protected him from many storms <br />Lying others, crime and his guests <br />Feed him when he wasn’t hungry <br />Sure if one of them he would survive <br />Gave him instruction to make him strong <br />You are in service to your country and God <br />Years passed and the situation altered <br />She has become the child he was <br />Now in a large room with strangers <br />Privacy vacant and love unknown <br />She sits peering through windows <br />Neglected in a chair and all alone <br />A dog to be subjected to punishment <br />Loved neither by her son, religion or law<br /><br />Alexander Coppedge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-363/
