Send You A Card Poem by Marie WardAlonge

Don't act like you have never sinned.
Because-I remember you back when.
Don't act like you the only one that knows God.
You were a big fish in the dirty game when I was still a clean little pod.

No need for us to argue or get all tribal.
Just like you, I read my Bible.
Don't believe that you are the only one that prays.
As a child, I taught Sunday school while you were running astray.
Yes, I still pray.
I am happily inspired to say-everyday.

You can't listen to me but you want to give me a lecture.
Your information is not factual but just mere conjecture.
Do you still see me as a little girl?
That you heard couldn't cook in your big girl world?

Well, remind your source.
When I was a teen, I went to school and to work.
I kept my goals in sight while planning my course.
I still found the time to bake a pound cake from scratch.
Today, my man must like something-I am still attached.

I have a sweet disposition but I am still grown.
I don't want to use any colorful tone.
Don't get me upset.
Out of respect,
I don't want to go there, yet.

You would not listen so I wrote this poem.
You wanted to carry on.
I have to leave you alone.
I don't want to debate.
Therefore, I won't answer my phone.

You are my blood so I don't want to totally discard.
I don't want to argue.
If my future is bright, I shall send you a card.