tearful words spoken through the glass wall at the Portsmouth city jail....
There I was on the other side
Brett, I can't help you
You need to go to the cross
You need to leave it all there and cry for mercy
I know momma
Seek Him Brett, He is the only one who can give you peace
Brett, you have to quit lying, quit running.......
Dad and I have done all we can do
Does that mean you guys aren't going to help me?
As I looked at him
eyes sunken and red, his once youthful handsome face was drawn, pale...
effects of drug use so evident
track marks on his arms
as I looked
I could still see my beautiful boy
a boy who never hung up the phone without "I love you momma"
a boy who never complained about looking after his little brothers
dinner, baths, and stories before bedtime so Dad and I could enjoy an evening out
Those two little brothers used to worship him
He is so smart
he could beat any video game made
Even his little sister, who would get so annoyed at all her girl friends wanting to flirt with him
but secretly it didn't really bother her
He is a kind hearted boy
Care free, quick with a smile, not a bit of a temper
Content, never one to ask for much
A happy Christmas long ago his dad and I laughed...
He was nine years old I think
With each package unwrapped a joyful "that's just what I always wanted!!!"
Those were happier times.....
Brett, we will always be here for you! We will do whatever we can for you!