My Treasure

My Treasure His eyes opened in the delivery room Our son we named James You will never believe me But I swear it is true His hair was wet and black and long And thicker than the rain When I held him I felt a closeness I cannot explain I was a proud mother And his Dad felt the same He was special Like sunshine breaking through the rain Then Mom and Dad separated and we know Son, it hurt you so We both apologise but that does not cease your suffering We never meant to hurt you We were foolish and young Not understanding what was necessary To raise a son Please forgive us-we were kids by Joan Donnelly Ellis /June 2016