Poor Little Drea

Poor little Drea Walking down the street Confused about the world outside And all the persons she will meet. Does not know what to do or say Such a confused little girl Always did what her mother said Maybe that's why her mind is in a twirl. She was never told not to smoke Or not even to never drink or curse No one cared what she read or did Or the persons she might use or hurt. She sees the examples her mother left Knowing someday they might be her own So sadly she walks and talks to herself How she wished that she was all alone. Someday she wants to become a woman And maybe she’ll be like her mom Maybe that's why she is so very confused As of her mothers way she is not that fond. As she knows there is a GOD And he does not want us to commit any sin But sadly that has been in her daily life Since day one when her life did begin. One day she might want to get married And have a husband not two or even three And she might want to trust in man and GOD And hope that freedom will set her free. As she doesn't ever want to cheat or steal Or doesn't ever want to use or lie She has seen that so much in her own little life I could understand why she will sit and cry. So as those thoughts enter her brain I wander what answers that she might seek Does she wish that her mother wasn't hers As sad little Drea is walking down the street Randy L. McClave