He got here red and wrinkled … scared and cryin’ … then she took him up and held him to her breast … and he sure was glad to get what mama offered. Then he went to sleep and put his fears to rest. It didn’t seem to matter what he needed, he could always count on mama to supply, and regardless of the sleep she might be losin’, he always found a twinkle in her eye. There ought to be a hall of fame for mamas … Creation’s most unique and precious pearls … and Heaven help us always to remember that the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.
(Glen Campbell)
… but lemme ask you THIS:
What if on the day he got here, “red and wrinkled … scared and cryin'”, she took one look at him and said, “No thanks. I’ll pass.” Then, instead of holding him to her breast and putting his fears to rest, she either literally or metaphorically threw him away?
What then happened to his fears when he went to sleep? What then happened when the first human being he ever met with NO twinkle in her eye that taught him that he couldn’t count on anyone? What then happens when “Creation’s most unique and precious pearls” become the spawned embodiment of evil?
Lol! “There ought to be a hall of fame for mamas?” Yup! There sure as HEAVEN should be. Likewise, should there be a picture of every one of those “mother THINGS and MONSTERS” in the Hall Of SHAME as placeholders until they get to ACTUAL hell.
Happy Heavenly Birthday, Zachariah. You weren’t a burden … or worthless … or unwanted. Yes, I cared and have cried almost every night since you stepped off the ledge that night and threw the fight. Although God only knows how long I’ll be sorting through the wreckage you left behind in your insanity, I still very much love and miss you.
The Diary Of My Perfection 