A pair of large steel scissor
Seeking immediate remedy
Only to be disregarded
Anyway a broken branch is irreparable
Continue the breaking
Every broken branches
Shoots more arrows into my heart
Tear two hearts into pieces
My son’s tears continuously roll down
Total broken pieces
Broken hearts and feelings
Fatherly figure tend to hurt
Motherly figure cares child’s heart
Why do you have to exasperate the child?
Thus impairs Abba Father’s heart
Why do you have to spoil child’s heart?
Thus gives wrong signal
Earthly parents and grandparents
Be more cooperative
Stop confusing the obedient children
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 10 February 2016
My dad sits on a chair and opens my son’s blue rainbow Doraemon umbrella. Suddenly, he removes the rainbow Doraemon design cloth. I thought he is repairing it. Suddenly, he breaks it. My son cries. I attempt to stop him from continuing to do so. He doesn’t care. My mum appears and is shocked. She quickly points that is not the spoilt umbrella. Then she takes out my spoilt blue umbrella. However, dad’s words towards my son are extremely hurtful, “You have many other favourite toys. This is nothing. Anyway one branch has been broken.” Cut another branch pieces. My son’s and my heart breaks. That’s so hurting. The more he breaks, the more my heart breaks. Is that how he did when I was young? He still says he wants his children to be united.
However, now I beg to differ. My siblings lack of cooperation is inherited from my parents’ siblings generation. When the Lord bless me through partnerships with the same vision, mission and values, I have to exercise partial judgment. My partners and I shouldn’t let our family members enter into the company to promote cooperative spirit and teamwork. Most family members tend to cause the downhill of cooperativeness. Can provide them financially, but not involved into the partnership company. I can only thank the Lord’s grace and mercy to find favour from the higher management corporate people including my business mentor.
At night, my dad quickly tells me that my son plays with ice cube. I immediately step into the kitchen and I question my son, “Do you play with ice cube?” He nods. Then he asks, “is there an evidence?” My heart aches. Again I question, he answers, “yes.” Instantly, I WhatsApp Uncle WY, “My heart aches when my dad tells me to confront my son for playing ice cube. He nods then begins to say, “is there an evidence?” Please pray for the Lord’s will be done. I feel so speechless.” I really surrender my husband to God. I give up to God. I want my son to grow to be strong in God’s values. In the end, after I repeatedly seek God to forgive then I confess to him that I’m the one who wants to die. I feel so much better. Then he compliments me for doing the right thing. Next he comforts me to laughter as the best medicine.
God bless you all for reading my poetry to minister.