He Is Part I

He is: Wounded and broken, Terribly soft-spoken. He used: To be so full of life and zest, And was always on some quest. He is: So incredibly withdrawn, And all his smiles are gone. He used: To be without any fear, And always full of cheer. He is: An artist that is incredibly gifted, And his rare smiles make my heart uplifted. He is: So smart and bright that when he does write His stories, your imagination he does ignite. Why can't he: See that for him I would walk through fire, And stand there and face his everlasting ire? Why can't he: See that I would give my very last breath, In order that he never has to face death? Why can't he: Realize that I hate to see Him so wounded before me? Does he: Not know that from the very start, He grabbed a hold of my heart? Will he: Ever be able to see, That he is the world to me? He is: Never to be outdone, For he is my second-born son. He needs: To see whether this trouble or some other, That I am here and will ALWAYS be his mother! He needs: To know that no matter his grudge Or what he decides to do, I will not judge! He needs: To know that no matter the strife He may cause, but he is still my WHOLE life! © Kristy De La Keur Scoville