Bricks and Mortar Just bricks held with mortar, some plaster and glass. What more could there possibly be? A house has no feelings, so don�t bother grieving. Slap on some paint and then brand it for sale. Now quiet of the laughter and sung nursery rhymes. A banished �frig that had once proclaimed �art�. Cluttered toys on the floor, cleared for wild horsy rides, Stories followed by prayers and then off to sleep. Tranquil nights did soon erode, by caustic utterances. Everything was attacked, appreciation not conveyed. Picking apart every response and action taken, Wider and deeper the cancer of strife built and grew. Shouting spilled into the daylight, in front of innocence. Kids deserve better then this show of ignorance. The inevitable did came to pass, now the best interest, the courts would cast, No bruises or drugs, the babies must of course go to mom. Just bricks held with mortar, some plaster and glass. What more could there possibly be? A house has no feelings, so don�t bother grieving. Slap on some paint and then brand it for sale. Paul Fresco Fort Worth, Texas Copyright �2002 Paul Fresco All rights reserved. BACK E-MAIL |