Teach Me How To Love

I was only 3 weeks when my mother passed away. I never felt the love a mother has for her child. My father was left to take care of me and my two sister's. He had no education and could not read and write. A native of Jamaica West Indies he did the best he can to take care of us. He had to hustle to make ends meet. being a child growing up in the drug game I was raised in more drug spots than i care to mention. I witnessed a man brown away with a bazooka, and seen more dead bodies by the age of 10 than most people in a lifetime. Ultimately watching my father take his last breath after being shot two times made me numb to the world and everyone in it. I'v never realize how much it all affected me until I became a adult and fathered two children of my own. when I look back I cant remember one time I heard my father tell me he loves me. I wanted my son's to know that I love them dearly and wanted it to be more than just words. I wanted them to know the feeling; but I didnt know the feeling myself. So I realized that I needed to learn what Love felt like. Because of my desire to love my sons in a way I never knew I asked God to Teach Me How To Love.