Somedays, like this one,
I think only about you, my son
somedays, I feel as if . . .
my world has come undone.
Somedays, I pray and pray,
that this is but a dream
somedays, I feel as if . . .
my tears could form a stream.
Somedays, I think about,
the times when you were here
somedays, I feel as if . . .
I still can sense you near.
Somedays, I am so sad,
my grieving makes me writhe
somedays, I feel as if . . .
there’s no air for me to breathe.
Somedays, I dream about,
the man, you were meant to be
somedays, I feel as if . . .
you’re right here next to me.
Somedays, my Lord and Savior,
I feel as if . . . I cannot go on
and so today it will be . . .
Your strength, I’ll drawn upon!
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Philippians 4:13
“I can do all things
through Christ which strengtheneth me.”
King James Version
by Public Domain
Copyright 2014
Deborah Ann Belka
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My son, Glenn, would have been 40 years-old today.
He died six months ago.
A Wrongful Death Lawsuit is being filed
against the Sonoma County Sheriff’s Department
for Excessive Militarized Police Force.
I will be posting Glenn’s story under the page entitled;
The Voice in The Attic
