I shot a Mockingbird
  Watched it hit the ground
I killed a Mockingbird
   Its body I found

Carried a Mockingbird
   Weightless it did feel
Cried for that Mockingbird
   Its lungs not of steel

Buried a Mockingbird
   Laying it to rest
Prayed for that Mockingbird
   Who sang from its nest




I will admit I have a problem with hurting the ones who love me most. My parents, my husband, my kids. They all love me so much, and yet I get the most angry at them. After it is all said and done I immediately regret it, but I know one of these days it will be too late. I have got to find a way to change that about myself, or soon I will have no Mockingbirds left in my life.