Feb 2012
My mom speaks on her First and Only son….
….. Born August 1st. to a single mother who barely made it threw his birth. Pulled from my stomach because my stress level caused an early birth, weighing less to nothing he was born N gone, doctors said his heart just wasn’t that strong, lying on his death bed I pray, “O Lord! Let my son see his brighter days!” nothing but faith ran threw my veins, I trust the Lord to do the right thing; I awoke one morning to a bright august day, and there lies my son Dante, tears ran down my eyes as I held my baby boy for the first time since that day. Now my heart is whole, the Lord has granted my son a 2nd chance. “Just me and you my son” is what I whispered in his ear as he lay close to my breast. You will change the world one day my son and I will be there every step of the way to cheer you on…No father’s shoulder to cry on, I must bear the soul of a father, and the strength of his mother, how will I explain that his father never wanted him as his son….A blessing to me, was a burden to him. How will I explain to my son that it’s not because of him! It will break his heart to know his father never loved him. Birthdays go by, and a gift from his father appears…was I foolish to sign his name? To give my son some hope on his 5th birthday, that maybe one day his father will hold his hand and teach him how to be a man. Maybe it was wrong, but on that day my son smiled ear to ear. Not because of the pair of Jordan’s that lie in the box, but because the name on that little card said “Love Your Daddy”. As my son grew older he saw the reality, there is no father. Just me his loving mother, who has never left his side, threw the good, and the bad I had his back. And if that back shall ever turn…Lord I give you my permission to take my soul and let it burn. Because a mother could never abandon her first, and only son.
….. Born August 1st. to a single mother who barely made it threw his birth. Pulled from my stomach because my stress level caused an early birth, weighing less to nothing he was born N gone, doctors said his heart just wasn’t that strong, lying on his death bed I pray, “O Lord! Let my son see his brighter days!” nothing but faith ran threw my veins, I trust the Lord to do the right thing; I awoke one morning to a bright august day, and there lies my son Dante, tears ran down my eyes as I held my baby boy for the first time since that day. Now my heart is whole, the Lord has granted my son a 2nd chance. “Just me and you my son” is what I whispered in his ear as he lay close to my breast. You will change the world one day my son and I will be there every step of the way to cheer you on…No father’s shoulder to cry on, I must bear the soul of a father, and the strength of his mother, how will I explain that his father never wanted him as his son….A blessing to me, was a burden to him. How will I explain to my son that it’s not because of him! It will break his heart to know his father never loved him. Birthdays go by, and a gift from his father appears…was I foolish to sign his name? To give my son some hope on his 5th birthday, that maybe one day his father will hold his hand and teach him how to be a man. Maybe it was wrong, but on that day my son smiled ear to ear. Not because of the pair of Jordan’s that lie in the box, but because the name on that little card said “Love Your Daddy”. As my son grew older he saw the reality, there is no father. Just me his loving mother, who has never left his side, threw the good, and the bad I had his back. And if that back shall ever turn…Lord I give you my permission to take my soul and let it burn. Because a mother could never abandon her first, and only son.
