Poems by Ronald Doe

You brought me my first toy,
My first bike and baseball glove.
You filled my heart with joy,
And you filled my life with love.
You taught me how to count
And how to say my ABC's,
How to say, "You're Welcome,"
"Thank You," and "Pretty Please."

You taught me "Our Father,"
And "Hail Mary, Full of Grace,"
And how to greet a neighbor
With a smile and embrace.
You taught me that all things
Come from Jesus up above.
But most of all, sweet Mother,
You taught me how to love.

You taught me that all leprechauns
Possessed a pot of gold
And that they had these unicorns
Back in the days of old.
You taught me that a fantasy
Could end up with a scream.
You taught me not to give up,
Not to give up on a dream.

You taught me words of wisdom
And tended to my every need.
You gave me all the tools
That a man needs to succeed.
You filled my world with laughter,
And you brightened up my world.
And these are the reasons why
You're my best and favorite girl.

I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked for the hurt and pain,
Or for the nights that were half insane.
I never asked for fights that were wild,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked you to beat up my Mom,
Or for a blanket to help keep me warm.
I never asked you to leave me alone,
Or to grow up in a broken down home.

I never asked for this horrible life,
Or for the conflicts, the quarrels, and strife.
I never once asked that I be defiled,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked to be raised in prison,
Or to see darkness though the sun had risen.
I never asked you to raise holy hell,
Or for my bedroom to be like a jail cell.

I never asked to be used and abused,
Or to sit in my room dazed and confused.
I never asked for the crap that has piled,
Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked for a brand new bike,
Or for any toys that I used to like.
I never asked you to throw me a ball,
Or for the bruises when I took a "fall."

I never asked once, but I'm asking you now.
I hope you make me understand somehow.
How you could treat me so freaking bad,
That I never asked you to be my Dad.

Now who's that knocking on my brain?
I hope it's not you, Mister Cocaine.
Because Mr. Cocaine, you and I are through,
And so is the fake fun that I had with you.

Now Mr. Cocaine, how could you dare,
Even have the nerve to come around here?
Because of you, I lost my wife and kids,
And I'll never forgive you for what you did.

For you made me lie, cheat, swindle and steal,
And you convinced me it was no big deal.
To lie to my sister and rip off my brother,
And even steal from my own sweet mother.

You brought me to places I didn't want to be,
You made me see things I didn't want to see.
You made me do things I didn't want to do,
Like leaving my kids just to hang out with you.

You promised you'd be there, but you left me alone,
You didn't even answer when I called on the phone.
You promised me riches, but you then left me poor,
And these are the reasons I don't want you anymore.

So goodbye, Mr. Cocaine and goodbye pain,
Goodbye to the days of acting insane.
Goodbye to the nights we spent together,
Goodbye, Mr. Cocaine and goodbye forever.

The Queen of Pain,
Her Royal "Highness".
An Evil Dictator,
Who doesn't care less.
If a faithful servant,
Who worships her throne.
Dies like a pauper,
In the cold all alone.

The Queen of Pain,
Makes bowing enticing.
And honoring her,
Seem so inviting.
Each faithful servant,
Is lead by the "arm".
And "stuck" in a Kingdom,
Of make believe charm.

The Queen of pain,
The Almighty Fraud.
A flirtatious wink,
Followed up by a "nod".
A "pointed" smile,
A shortness of breath.
A devious laugh,
As you're laying near death.

The Queen of Pain,
A villain and knave.
A Master of Lies,
Who loves to enslave.
But each faithful servant,
Can put an end to her reign.
By refusing to bow,
To The Queen of Pain.

The baby's conceived,
Without being planned.
A night of passion,
With an unknown man.

The girl is distraught,
The man is long gone.
The intimate moment,
Does not linger on.

The girl is confused,
Knows not what to do.
The friends that she has,
Are precious and few.

The girl's family
Will shun her for sure.
If she tells the truth,
They'll love her no more.

The thoughts in her head,
Ungodly at best.
"I can't have this child,
My life is a mess.

The drugs that I'm on,
Have taken their toll.
They rule my body,
My mind and my soul."

The answer's simple,
It'll just take one day.
She'll have The Clinic
Sweep the baby away.

The Lord in her heart,
Says, "Please trust in me."
And deep down inside,
She knows the baby must be.

You always did the best you could
To make your children grow up good.
You always worked to make ends meet,
To give your children food to eat.

For I saw you down on your knees,
Working in your dungarees.
Working hard just to get us by,
But never once did I see you cry.

You always sang a happy song.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
But somewhere, Mom, I went astray
And broke your heart each Mother's Day.

You always gave me all you had,
And in return I made you sad.
I guess I didn't understand
Just what it took to be a man.

For I forgot to be your son
And was blind to the damage done.
But, Ma, you taught me right from wrong,
And now I sing a different song.

I sing a song of happiness,
I sing a song of joy and bliss.
I sing when I am on my knees,
Working in my dungarees.

I sing a song of peace and love,
A song to you and God above.
And I'm so proud I can finally say,
"I love you, Ma, Happy Mother's Day."