Little Man Poem by Rhonda Middleton

Be strong little man, you must hold on
The war is almost over, it won't be long
We've cried our tears and spoke of wrongs
Your future is in the judges hands, to decide where you belong

The pain inflicted was unnecessary and cruel
You will never know the words, of the man, who was a fool
His secrets will be kept, to save you from pain
We will harbor his words, to protect you from his games

The battle was long and took its toll
On your mother, who loves more than her soul
She stood tall, and listened to the lies being told
With her right hand in the air, she swore to a god she didn't know

As the truth spilled from her lips, the clock was ticking to an end
When suddenly, the judge called out, judgment time is about to begin
Unspoken words still on her lips, her heart sank, the clock-just past ten
Out of the court room, he left with your future, he planned to send

I sit here with knots in my stomach, grappling in pain
At the idea of life without you, will drive her insane
Hold on, little man, our hearts are broken, we are not the same
Your mother loves you, and that, little man, will never changed