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MY LITTLE BOY
				by

			JOHN M. ARRIBAS		


Its so hard for me to accept and understand
Why fate dealt me such an unpleasant hand
I was perfectly happy as a household companion
I never had a cause of my own to boost or to champion
Then after nearly forty years I began to feel alone
I realized I hadn’t any emotions I could call my own
I’ve lived a quiet , uneventful and solitary life
At my age, I  should have been someone’s wife
I’ve been tending and caring for the offspring of others
I should have been raising my own:  sisters and brothers
I decided in spite of my age, I would search for a mate	
I joined a several clubs and started to date

I met a man quite handsome and debonaire
I was sure with this man, my life I could share
We were married, for me the happiest of time
Being held and wanted was a feeling sublime
I found my self at the age of thirty eight
Ecstatically happy in a maternal state
After six months I delivered a premature boy
He was so little he looked more like a toy

But from the beginning we knew something amiss
Sporadic outbursts and noises we couldn’t dismiss
He was having trouble sleeping through the night
A series of tests showed he’d never be right
A consensus dully confirmed by medical teams
A dreadful prognosis, that injured my dreams
His mental projection is that of a ten year old
He’ll never function without parental control

My husband insisted it was due to my corrupt DNA
That’s the excuse he used to justify his running away



My little boy (2)


I’m nearly sixty now yet my son is still nine
He’ll always be a child no matter the time
Who will tend to him when I pass away
Why do I feel so guilty that he’s still here today
I’m a prisoner sentenced to life without parole
The only crime I’ve committed are the thoughts in my soul
I’m so confused by this yoyoing of yes and no
I want to care for him always, but I want him to go
My life is lifeless a woman in a child’s world
My banner as a woman has never unfurled
This task will yoke us til I rest in the tomb
From this unending onus conceived in my womb

I need for an object to crash through the air
And do us both or either, I really don’t care
To have such thoughts is evil, selfish and wrong
I cant tell the difference between a sob and a song
There are times when he’s caring and cuddly warm
Then swearing and raging in a violet storm

At the end of the day when he’s asleep in his bed
Fantasies of what ifs are conjured up in my head
I’m not alone in stoking and fanning wanton desires
Those wonderful outcomes burning from unlit fires
My romantic dreams are sometimes suddenly broken
By his yelling and ranting and garbled words spoken
His out bursts may come without any warning
Not even he knows when his demons are storming

There are heartwarming times when he sneaks up on me
Puts his head on my breast and says “I love you mommy”
Most mothers have children that go on their way
But my little boy has been ordained to stay
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