Mother and Son Tales
- Hannah L
- Jan 16
- 2 min read
In a world once torn by stormy skies
A tale of love, where hope defies
A mother and son, oh how they’d yearn
Through trials and pain, for their hearts to return
Years passed by, a chasm deep
Separation’s sorrow, both would keep
But time has a way to heal the wounds
And redemption’s path, their spirits attuned
She, a mother faults she wore
Whispered secrets forevermore
But like a phoenix, rose from the flame
To right the wrongs and shed her shame
A change within, ignited light
She sought forgiveness, day and night
An apology, sincere and true
A soul reborn, a love anew
The son, once hurt now stood with grace
Beyond resentment, he found a space
To embrace the growth his mother had found
Forgiveness bloomed, their hearts unbound
A melody of healing filled the air
As their souls danced with love to share
Together once more, hand in hand
They kindled a bond, that forever would stand
Through laughter and tears, they forged the way
Building bridges, coloring each day
In tender moments, old wounds did mend
A mother and son, as one they’d ascend
I can only hope that someday there will be complete happiness for my son and I. For all we've been through, for the years of separation, for the turmoil and the mess, to mean something. I wish I knew the purpose, as I know everything serves a purpose. I hold onto brighter days of reconnection, and finding out what that purpose was. Of course, I know that God often has other plans, and my son and I may never reconnect. (Crying as I write this) Sometimes relationships suffer indefinitely for the greater good. Please don't take this the wrong way, that is NOT what I want. My heart will never be whole without him. I failed him. It's my fault, this I know. I just have to learn to accept that it may never happen. That he may never understand. That his brain may have been molded and shaped in such a way that he may not be capable. My mother currently isn't, one of her brothers isn't, and several of my family members are also not capable of it, at least not yet. For me, it took almost dying by my own hand and losing every ounce of support and fake love, to come around to what's going on, for my eyes to open up. Nevertheless, I long for my son.
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