My Children
*MY CHILDREN*
Everyday faces go by,
it is my family.
I can feel myself being pulled away
even I try my best to stay near.
The older children are so far away,
I cannot reach them.
The further they pull away,
the more I hold my three younger ones.
It hurts so much to see their pain.
But I cannot help because I don’t know the real problem.
I love each one dearly in my own way.
How much can I take?
My heart is tearing apart piece by piece.
I cannot fall apart because they all mean the world to me.
I worship the ground they walk on.
Jesus I know you are there.
Please help me and my family,
to walk on the road of healing together.
Trina Alphonse, Williams Lake, BC, March 7, 2004
my friend Trina wrote this...she is my age (around 40). She is Native, and has experienced deep pain as a Native woman, daughter, sister, mother and wife. She survived residential schooling by being too rebellious. She got sober to rescue her children from abusive foster care. When I think of Trina I am reminded of Job (6:2,3a) "If only my anguish could be weighed and all my misery be placed on the scales! It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas— ) Her strength humbles me. She is my hero, we walk the road of healing together believing the "[Lord] will turn their mourning into joy. [He] will comfort them and exchange their sorrow for rejoicing." Oh God, let it be so.
Deana Z
Everyday faces go by,
it is my family.
I can feel myself being pulled away
even I try my best to stay near.
The older children are so far away,
I cannot reach them.
The further they pull away,
the more I hold my three younger ones.
It hurts so much to see their pain.
But I cannot help because I don’t know the real problem.
I love each one dearly in my own way.
How much can I take?
My heart is tearing apart piece by piece.
I cannot fall apart because they all mean the world to me.
I worship the ground they walk on.
Jesus I know you are there.
Please help me and my family,
to walk on the road of healing together.
Trina Alphonse, Williams Lake, BC, March 7, 2004
my friend Trina wrote this...she is my age (around 40). She is Native, and has experienced deep pain as a Native woman, daughter, sister, mother and wife. She survived residential schooling by being too rebellious. She got sober to rescue her children from abusive foster care. When I think of Trina I am reminded of Job (6:2,3a) "If only my anguish could be weighed and all my misery be placed on the scales! It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas— ) Her strength humbles me. She is my hero, we walk the road of healing together believing the "[Lord] will turn their mourning into joy. [He] will comfort them and exchange their sorrow for rejoicing." Oh God, let it be so.
Deana Z
2 Comments:
Deana,
wow - what a very powerful blog - Its my earnest prayer for Trina that God would continue to bless her - and to continue to bring that comfort and healing to her heart - not just for her but for her family as well. Thank you for sharing this!
Michelle
That is a beautiful poem. I hope I have the opportunity to tell Trina that. It really comes from the heart. I hope she knows her children are very beautiful.
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