PernellRodocker
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"Raise up a child in the way they should go"
Sometimes I wonder why God says such things... My wife and I raised all our children with the same love and nurturing. We took them to church and we even taught sunday school. We both helped in many areas of the church. We have 3 boys and 1 girl. All are grown. Two are married and one is living with a girl. One of our boys is a weekend warrior, "drinker". One of our boys thinks that smoking dope is ok. Our daughter now resides in prison for "home invasion etc.". The only hope that I read in the word is that, "we go through things so that we may help others"..
I wrote this poem when she first entered prison.
MY LITTLE GIRL; BUT THAT’S JUST ME
When I see the sun shine it reminds me of you!
Of all the things we used to do.
You’d wiggle and giggle and put on a smile.
You’d run and play then rest for a while.
I’d see you sleeping; you were so full of peace.
You were mine and I love you, No longer a niece.
My little girl…
You’d run and you’d climb and then play pretend,
All through the day, seemed it never would end…
Each day was a joy and each night was too!
Seemed you never ran out of things to do.
A cat a bunny a bird or a fish,
You’d watch for a time and I’d make a wish!
I’d wish for the joy the love and good time,
To go on forever but you’d grow like a vine…
My little girl…
I know things change as time passes by…
I’m getting older and try not to cry…
But that’s just me…
My eyes fade a little more each day,
My body aches in many a way…
My hair not its color is fading to gray.
Is that okay?
But that’s just me…
When the time comes for me to depart,
I’d want the world to know,
I lived, I loved, I laughed, I cried,
I gave my life for my little girl,
And then I died…
But… that’s… just… me…
By: Pernell R. Rodocker (Dad)
10/8/10
Sometimes I wonder why God says such things... My wife and I raised all our children with the same love and nurturing. We took them to church and we even taught sunday school. We both helped in many areas of the church. We have 3 boys and 1 girl. All are grown. Two are married and one is living with a girl. One of our boys is a weekend warrior, "drinker". One of our boys thinks that smoking dope is ok. Our daughter now resides in prison for "home invasion etc.". The only hope that I read in the word is that, "we go through things so that we may help others"..
I wrote this poem when she first entered prison.
MY LITTLE GIRL; BUT THAT’S JUST ME
When I see the sun shine it reminds me of you!
Of all the things we used to do.
You’d wiggle and giggle and put on a smile.
You’d run and play then rest for a while.
I’d see you sleeping; you were so full of peace.
You were mine and I love you, No longer a niece.
My little girl…
You’d run and you’d climb and then play pretend,
All through the day, seemed it never would end…
Each day was a joy and each night was too!
Seemed you never ran out of things to do.
A cat a bunny a bird or a fish,
You’d watch for a time and I’d make a wish!
I’d wish for the joy the love and good time,
To go on forever but you’d grow like a vine…
My little girl…
I know things change as time passes by…
I’m getting older and try not to cry…
But that’s just me…
My eyes fade a little more each day,
My body aches in many a way…
My hair not its color is fading to gray.
Is that okay?
But that’s just me…
When the time comes for me to depart,
I’d want the world to know,
I lived, I loved, I laughed, I cried,
I gave my life for my little girl,
And then I died…
But… that’s… just… me…
By: Pernell R. Rodocker (Dad)
10/8/10