If My Tears

If My Tears

A Poem by Frieda P
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for my son...♥♥

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If only every last one of my tears could save you
if I could take away your pain and angst you know I would quicker than a mothers heart beats I'd protect you from your unkind self & harsh realities,
give you every last ounce of my courage til I bled
time has taken away your youthful innocence playing in dark recesses of your reckless mind as you took that dark road down self destruction
I watched you grow into a strong man now I look at you a broken child again
there are no band-aids, no quick fix solutions
to cover these wounds you've self afflicted
if my tears could only take away your fears you'd have the sole sweet guidance of light
I watch you flounder in the dark without the promise of hope I'd give anything for you to be that untainted little boy again safe upon my knee where I could protect you from life's brutality If I could, I'd give my very last breath for you to see your way through there's nothing I wouldn't do, yet still I know I can't protect you this is your fight of a lifetime and I can only pray on bended knee I instilled in you enough fortitude and tenacity to find your own way

© 2013 Frieda P


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This is so tough for a parent to go through. The worry alone if your child will find strength to beat back the gale winds of a tempting world. I went through this with my son. He at 18 became an angry alcoholic also hooked on under the counter pills. He was raised in a religious home with me and his step mother but we couldn't stop him from moving into my ex-wife's home where there were no rules. The good news after several years of tears and prayers I got him to move back near me and he gave all of that up and turned his life back over to the lord. His life has gotten better every day. Now we are asking god to send the right woman into his life.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks M.G. this is a tough one to come back to as it's still an ongoing struggle, good to know ther.. read more
Michael G. Smith

10 Years Ago

Now we are working on our middle daughter. She's a tougher nut to crack.



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Out of all of your poems...this is the most beautiful. As a mother...it's sometimes hard to put our unconditional love into words. The legacy we leave behind...is our only true testimant of what we once were. 100/100

Posted 10 Years Ago


Beautiful Write Frieda.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I reviewed this hours ago, but I lost my connection just as I was posting and then my ADD sent me to far far away lands...but I'm back...and I made the mistake of reading this again. Not because I didn't like it, but because now I'm crying again, like the first time I read it :-( This is just so powerfully sad. I know you meant every last one of those words up there. Hopefully soon, this, too, shall pass, and he absolutely will muster up all of that tenacity and fortitude he inherited from his beautiful mother and he will see his way through. From our pens to God's ears...xoxo

Posted 10 Years Ago


' I'd give anything for you to be that untainted little boy again
safe upon my knee where I could protect you from life's brutality.. '

Whilst your son's bound to be his own master, God willing he'll find the strength his mum holds top to bottom of her wonderful spirit. Your forever love and present pain shows in every word of this post, love. Sending hugs and prayers.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is a great poem with the lively feeling of a mother watching her son leave her safe sanctuary and go venture the world alone. Well, as time goes the whole world have to change. The environment, the feelings and more importantly the people. We all have to face death in the future also. But still, these relationships and this die hard feelings will stay deep in the recesses of our mind. Great job and I hope that you'll have a great day/night. (:

Posted 10 Years Ago


This has brought made me teary. I love it

Posted 10 Years Ago


I am almost at a loss of words for this one... The whole piece had my full attention and while reading it , it seemed like everything around me stood still for a minute... Sometimes we remember people for whom they were growing up, and watched there potential to be someone well noticed and respected in the world... but Life's filled with landmines... labyrinths ...mountains.. quicksand and man eaters...like addiction... with so much corrupting good morals it easy to backslide.. but I believe if goodness is bestowed in someone at a young age it will always be present in the heart even if it doesnt show in there body language.. This was a very heartfelt write and reminds me of someone specifically and its painful to think of that, especially when we go out of our way to help others..but at some pt.. if u really love someone u will set them free... and have faith that someday theyll de-spell the strongholds and get back to being the person God made them to be, productive, successful and prosperous...
excellent write once again... much kudos to you.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is a really intense piece. The tension between teaching your children to stand on their own and wanting to shelter them from the world is a hard one. Letting go is made even more intense with the knowledge that they may not make it-- leaving them to stand on their own or weakening them by sheltering them, either way they may fail. Parent's bear the weight of the world on their shoulders, don't they? Happy Mother's Day.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Opening Comments
Good golly gosh woman! You made me blubber, this was so sweet! You really have such an emotional, lovely way with words!

Themes
I loved how you carried the across the love for him, you're his mother and you portrayed that amazingly well. Then there was wishing, you wish you could take it away... Fix it like a cut on his knee when he was kid, with a plaster.

Moods
This was really emotional, it was sad but happy at the same time, you want to help him but theres nothing you can do but give him your love, you keep trying to find ways to help him quicker, it was really well written.

Imagery
"there are no band-aids, no quick fix solutions" this is what I was referring to with the sore knee or the paper or something like that.

"I watch you flounder in the dark without the promise of hope
I'd give anything for you to be that untainted little boy again
safe upon my knee where I could protect you from life's brutality" These lines really touched me, just the images were very vivid, I just couldn't contain my tears, they just came running down my cheeks.

Grammar and Spelling
I loved the wording, it was written with so much passion and heart. You just poured your heart into this write, it was bleeding on the page. Just... Wow.

Closing Comments
I am sitting here writing this with mascara streaks down my face, it was so touching and emotional.

100/100 favs!


Posted 10 Years Ago


Frieda, this one almost made me cry. I can totaly relate to your words and I love every one of them. The breaking down of a strong man into a child again...When my mom died, it was me and my Dad. I pretty much raised my Dad. I watch him struggle like this some times. And it's so hard because you want to be there, but it's not always your job. Beautiful write up. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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