Soldier Blue

Golden locks and teddy bears Just four years old she was Her smile could warm most any heart She loved Easter and Santa Claus Mom would leave her each new morn To go to work all day And with mom's strapping brand new beau Madyson would stay Her coloring book and crayons He quickly took away Go to your room and stay there She often heard him say I have no time for you today Don't let me hear you cry And Madyson would lay there In her bed with weepy eyes Sometimes she tried to hide from him In her respite 'neath the bed And prayed that he'd not find her For his wrath she surely dread One day the beau drew her a bath And a fearful Mady came But another day would come no more Little Mady Van Cleave was slain And now she hugs her Teddy bears And colors all day long Singing with Christ  Jesus As the Angels sing along In my dreams I see her pretty face Another day won't  pass To call her name and know she's safe A better place at l

When I write I'm right Yet when it's read I'm wrong Why am I so judged for My feelings put in Psalm When anger cries within And I go to write a song I write of hurt I'm feeling now Memorialized in Psalm Isn't that how every poet Finds his own Shalom Replacing feelings festered With the beauty of a Psalm What better way to face the day When it's love that I so long Than to take the time to let it go And give it rest in Psalm I understand I may be judged For words taken wrong For some have thus reflected Their own deeds in my Psalm So if they might have meaning For you that is so strong Reflect on this and make amends A new verse for the Psalm But these are all my own Hopes and hurts and wrongs I choose to hurt no one But just pray to Him my Psalms J.W. Boswell Copyright 2015