son, son, what can I say?
I never meant for it to be this way
I know I'm not much of a mother,
I could of been better, not doing the other.
I love you son, I know that's hard to see.
Maybe someday we both can be free.
I look at you and I see me.
And I guess you are to a degree.
Going down the same road that I have gone.
Makes you stronger,
But you still longer.
You have a heart of gold!
If you would just unfold,
your story would be told.
I love you my son!!
By Kathy Rummery
