Agree to Disagree
A conversation of mother and son during a faith transition
You made me come here
I want you to be here
But you took away my computer
I own the computer
You forced me here
I made consequences
I don't believe anymore
You believed before
What happened Son?
Will you listen Mom?
Did someone hurt you?
No one hurt me.
So science changed your mind
Yes evidence changed my mind
Evidence points to intelligent design
It neither disproves nor proves
What about when you die?
I'll find out when I die
How can I help you believe?
Nothing will change my belief
I see we will agree to disagree
Sure, I agree to disagree
I want you to know I love you
When I feel it, I say I love you
Well, I love you and good night
Mom, you're weird; good night
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They will decide on their own and with grace. Nice depiction in your poem.