They say life is like a box of chocolate's, you never know what your gonna get. To me it's somewhat mysterious, you never know what to expect.
Some say life's a game and you play the cards your dealt: But what happens when the game is over, and their no more players left.
Some say life is a blessing and should be celebrated everyday. But sometimes its hard to celebrate when what's given is taken away.
I know I'm not suppose to question my creators (book of life), but through all the hurt and pain I can't help but ask Why? God Why?
My life has been like a mystery, somewhat hard to understand, I don't know how my life will end so precious Lord please take my hand.
I know I don't deserve the blessings I receive, and it's because of your grace and mercy that all things come to be. I thank You for the angels that You placed in my womb. I'm blessed that You chose me to be the mother of my three.
I often think of how my life would've been if I had no kids at all.....but what's worse is I think of what life would be like had I kept the appointments with Dr. Killemall (kill em' all).
So now I end this poem, but not my thoughts of you. And no matter what my life is destine to be MY God will see me through.
Note to Reader: Written in April of 2000 smh....damn I've come along way.
