Tuesday, July 28, 2009

I'm gonna go to hell, but...

I can't refrain.
My child cannot sing.
I will not share with everyone which child it is.
But it is painful. painful. painful to hear this child try.
And try this child does.
Upstairs.
Downstairs.
Outside.
Inside.
At the store.
At the pool.
In the street.
On the swings.
On the bike.
But not at church.
All the world is this child's stage.
God help us all.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I know the child of which you speak. :) Of course you may want to make sure you go back and delete this post sometime in the next couple of years, lest that child find out about it once they learn how to access computers and happen upon the family webpage.

-Chip

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The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
The Girl Who Played with Fire
The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest
My Sister's Keeper
Nineteen Minutes
The Pact
The Tenth Circle
Change of Heart
Keeping Faith
Handle with Care
House Rules
More Than It Hurts You
Amy and Isabelle
A Prayer for Owen Meany
A Widow for One Year
The 158-Pound Marriage
To the Lighthouse
Between the Acts
A Room of One's Own, and Three Guineas
The Help


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