My Son, My Son
My son, my son no longer is my sun
He was my world, but now it's been undone
He hurt me way beyond compare
Our bond is now my worst nightmare
My birthday was trumped by in-law aunt
They knew the hurt, but did not recant
Informing them of this massive pain
Reversed my hurt into their disdain
I am evil for telling her of this misdeed
How dare I involve her and their smooth boat impede?
The 4th command -- not for a Sunday Catholic
Why else keep the status quo and refuse to fix?
Three months have passed including Christmas
He grows now in venom, boldness and meanness
I will not be abused or taken for granted
Though my heart aches, Satan is now elated
Keeping their son out of sight they contrive
More injustices, cause I turned 65
I miss my son of long ago
And pray his cruelness he will outgrow
My son, my son I wish you were my sun
I learned your heart can't respect two women; just one!
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