A Son's Tender Heart
- Hannah L
- Mar 4, 2024
- 2 min read
Updated: Jun 2, 2024
To my son, my love from the start
I'm sorry for breaking your tender heart
Words cannot express the sorrow I feel
For the loss and grief my absence did deal
I cannot change the mistakes of the past
But I promise you a better future, steadfast
If you'd only give me the chance to prove
That I've changed, my love for you will move
None of this burden falls on your young soul
I'm sorry if you ever felt that blame took its toll
If I could rewind time and start anew
I'd do things so differently, my love, for you
You deserved my undivided attention and care
An attentive mother, with you, I'd always share
Instead, I was consumed by my own strife
Depression, anxiety, thoughts that threatened my life
What a toxic nightmare it must have been
For you to witness the pain I had within
I long to see your radiant smile once more
To cuddle, build forts, and play on the floor
Snowball fights, jumping in leaves so high
Building Lego creations, reaching for the sky
Silly moments and laughter, a bond so strong
I yearn for those memories, now distant and long
I'm uncertain if our paths will ever align
But I pray and hope, everyday, they'll entwine
You've been on my mind, especially of late
As the holiday's approach, my heart aches
In my quest for redemption, I'll help others in need
So they won't repeat the same mistakes, indeed
But in my heart, a longing to hold you tight
To kiss your face, and tell you, my son, I love you with all my might
You deserve the world, happiness unfurled
A mother's love, unconditionally twirled
Though broken, this bond between us will mend
For you, my precious son, my love will never end
Just because my life was shitty doesn't mean my son didn't deserve better in life, because he did, and does, and always will. No matter which way you look at it, I am his mother. It was my responsibility to make sure he was happy both emotionally and physically. It was my job to guide him, prepare him, and help him learn. I may have been incapable of that, but I am to blame. Yes, it takes 2 to tango, but we won't go there. So this poem comes from a place of deep love and grief over my relationship with my son. I just miss him so much.

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