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A Son's Tender Heart

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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