Tough Love
Today my son broke my heart,
those hateful words, touched every part.
His life in turmoil, for his actions done,
I guess he just had to blame someone.
A son with only a mother, is very hard,
trying to guide him, I failed from the start.
A man in a way, and a child in the other,
I only know how to be his mother.
Regret I feel for asking him to leave,
but now it's time to worry about me.
Out all night, he never calls,
I stay up late, climbing the walls.
Dreading to hear, a knock at the door,
way past midnight, i'm walking the floor.
Tough love is something, I didn't want to do,
but the time has come, and this I had to do.
Good luck my son, now you must go,
this does not mean, I don't love you.
You are a man, so stand on your on,
make a good life, make you a home.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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