Wayward Son

This was an emotional poem for me to write. My son, who had so much going for him, got into drugs and trouble. I had done some dumb things as a teen but never anything close to the trouble he was in.

I cannot see you the way they do

 

With their frowns and shaking heads

 

My little boy can't lie to me

 

Again and again and again

 

Was I not clear

 

When I spoke of my fear

 

That you would repeat what I did

 

But No you did more

 

I asked you to stop

 

Don't follow my past

 

Do better than me

 

See the struggles I have

 

Can you not hear me

 

Where is my little man

 

Blonde curls Mommas boy

 

Did I mess you up

 

Did I let you down

 

I could kiss away a cut or bruise

 

I could defend you and your ways

 

But now I am numb with nothing to say

 

But I love you

 

I love you

 

I love you

 

Please hear HIS voice if you do not hear mine

 

My tears are for you and the life you left behind

Author's Note

I have had no training in writing, I purposely left out all punctuation on this. I just wanted the words to be there ... that is all.

Reviews

[Lisa Jane Creed]

Thats a very powerful piece of writing x