Bonnie Duckworth , With God, Love Never Grows Cold</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=33.htm>Bonnie Duckworth </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>With God, Love Never Grows Cold</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>This is a true happening. I'm sharing it so other parents will know theyare not alone in this type of confusion. Satan loves it when he can breakup a family. The bible prophecy is being fulfilled by all of thisconfusion. Others in my situation, hang in there. God knows!<br>I love all my children, but am so confused.<br>Will we ever be family again?<br>There’s so many things I don’t understand,<br>why and when did all this begin?<br>Some days we communicate like we should,<br>our love for each other’s alright.<br>Then I get a phone call filled with disgust,<br>saying, I’m starting another fight.<br>Mystified, not knowing what I did wrong,<br>my children angry at me, why?<br>So many things I’m accused of doing,<br>I just hang my head and cry.<br>When they are hurting, I’m there for them,<br>just trying to ease their pain.<br>I think everything is going alright and,<br>I get a phone call again.<br>Told straight to my face, how they feel, <br>two people in our family,<br>one by marriage and an ex’s wife,<br>started all of this misery.<br>One twists everything I say, and tells,<br>my son quite a different tale.<br>It’s his wife, so he trusts what she says,<br>so mother he doesn’t regale.<br>With the truth hidden, mother loses respect,<br>it passes from child to child.<br>It matters not what I say anymore, because,<br>it becomes twisted and wild.<br>Seven children I raised, don’t they remember,<br>all the love that I bestowed?<br>Two twisted minds have destroyed all the good,<br>a loving mother could hold. <br>No matter what my children think, say or do,<br>my love will never grow cold,<br>I’ll hold the good memories close to my heart,<br>while I’m growing tired and old.<br>Jesus is coming back soon children, and the truth He will unfold!</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>