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THREE LITTLE TRAITS

While standing at the Pearly Gates
Waiting for my judgement call
I noticed several different lines
One much shorter than the rest.

Please, St. Peter, let me there
I am weary from my long journey.
Why are they allowed to enter first
They seem no different than I?

That line is doctors, He replies
The very mainstay of life on earth.
But, St. Peter, the line is so short
Do not all doctors belong there?

St. Peter anquishes as he answers:
Only those who possess the traits
Of love and charity and humor
Shall enter through the special door.

Pointing to a longer line, He sadly chides:
That's for the other doctors (a dismal group),
They lack the most important trait of all -
For without the laughter there is no cure.

A doctor who holds all three attributes
Is treated with the highest regard.
Immediate induction to the rank of angel
And the softest cloud becomes their home.

St. Peter wandered off with tablet in hand
While I silently waited in my longer line.
Those exceptional doctors deserve acclaim:
Without them life might be a cloudy ordeal.

Jonathon

He's sleeping now, so sweet and innocent
The face of an angel, aglow and peaceful.
He soon will awaken, with arms outspread
To hug his dear nana and ask for his mom.

The morning will linger, it always does
For innocence and angels have disappeared.
He's determined to make every wakened moment
An epitome of disaster, a boy with a mission.

Toys he plays with, for seconds not hours
I'm bored, there's nothing to do!
Outside he runs to find a friend or two.
I want to roller blade, now ride my bike!

Mom is home, it's her turn now
To clean the mess, to tame the monster
To fill the bottomless pit with food
To hold out her arms and give him love.

The end of the day, seemed like forever.
Angels loom, watching him through the night
As he dreams of ninjas and superheroes.
I wouldn't have him any other way.

LIVING TOGETHER

The day he was born I knew
He would be different from the rest.
A miracle baby had come into my life
To test the love I had to give.

The years went by with joy and sorrow
I watched him change with every day
My devotion he probed with every turn
Will you still love me tomorrow?

Losing him slowly I never noticed
That life for him was becoming vague
He turned a corner in his ventures
And suddenly he was no longer my boy.

As manhood approached him much too soon
His feelings he would not divulge
Memories from his childhood lingered on
With a need to put an end to the sorrow.

The day I found him lying face down
Will remain a memory forever.
Had I been such a horrible person
To make him want to take his life?

I can't let go, this child is mine
Please God, with my heart I plead.
You saved him from damnation before
Don't take him from me now.

For two years now I have attempted
To regain the son who once was mine
His perspective on life has transformed
A little boy he is no longer.

We live together, on that we agree
He let go of me but I not of him
Let him live his life they all say
You're pushing him over the edge.

The empty nest I will soon encounter
When he takes his final walk
For the time has come for my little boy
To grow up to be a man.

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