In dreams, my son appears to me
His absence weighs, a heavy decree
In waking hours, he lingers near
The hate he harbors, painfully clear
His eyes reflect a hurt so deep
His silence cuts, it makes me weep
The mistakes I made, they haunt my soul
A heavy burden, beyond my control
How can I find a moment’s peace
When sorrow’s grip will never release?
I long to rest, to ease this ache
To mend the wounds, my heart to make
But in the night, his presence looms
A ghostly figure, in darkened rooms
I pray for solace, for dreams less steep
To find a way for my soul to keep
May time bring healing, and peace at last
To mend the bonds of our shattered past
May dreams be kinder, and light the way
To find forgiveness, and hope’s bright ray
I've made so many mistakes with my son. It's hard to forgive myself, even with what I know about my mother and family. It's our job as parents to protect our children mentally and physically. I just miss him so much. I'll never be able to explain what's happened, and it's likely at this point, that he will never speak to me again. I know what it's like to be in his position. All I can do is continue what I'm doing. Making a difference and saving other families from going through this same turmoil.
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