Life is too short to gripe and complain.
It will only cause me sorrow and pain.
Like a garden needs rain and sun to grow, I must nurture the seeds I sew.
Lots of praying to the good Lord above, to give me the strength to love and be loved.
To help and protect me for all I hold dear, and hold back the daemons that live on my fears.
For I am not perfect and this we both know.
Your son is my savior, my heart and my soul.

This poem was written/submitted by Terri Pool.