Did I?
Did I fail him as a mother?
This question comes to mind.
As I look upon my son
During this perilous time.
I know I had to go through it although painful as it could be.
Yet I don’t quiet understand, why this question keeps haunting me.
His bedroom is setting empty, cloths are still piled high.
A bench warrant issued for his arrest,
All I can do is cry.
Did I fail him as a mother?
Why did he leave me the way that he did?
Questions on top of questions are drowning deep within.
Copyright © Mary Duhart | Year Posted 2008
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