PRODIGAL SON
Sick at heart…
How else can a mother feel
when she has to turn out her child?
When she sees that without tough love
he will never become a man…
Sleepless,
stomach filling my throat
with the acid of regret.
A silly thing begins
a world of hurt and angry words…
accusations flying everwhere,
“I thought mothers were supposed
to love their sons unconditionally,
but I guess not!”
An arrow slices through
the tender flesh
of my heart.
Yet my mind knows
nothing else but
total independence
will make him
realize
his own potential.
And so I bleed
emotion as
I see him
drive away.
I wonder then…
Where are my tears?
Were my expectations too high?
Will he hate me forever?
Loving him,
I let go.
K.Tate Jacoby
Copyright January 30, 2012
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