My heart weeps for you
my son
My brother
my friend
I long to hold your abandoned body
as I know you long to rest in strong arms
but with no recourse
So all I do is write a bad poem and pray
I pray for your joy
Like a mother all I long to hear from you is that you have happiness
That is what gladdened my today
Your peace of mind and strength of heart
is growing
like a mother bittersweet
I watch you walk away to grow in freedom