Mom, A Special Friend

You were my first and truest guide,? With open arms and heart so wide.? A listening ear through sleepless nights,? A steady hand in all my fights. You taught me love, you taught me grace,? You held me in your warm embrace.? But I, your son, was not always kind— ?I lost my way, left truth behind. I broke your heart with foolish pride,? Got in trouble, chose to hide.? The law came knocking more than once, ?And I played the part of the reckless son. There came a time I wouldn't speak,? We went for months, or maybe weeks.? A silence deep, cold and wide—? The pain we both felt, hard to hide. But love, it lingers, doesn't fade, ?Even in the mess we made.? You never stopped, you never ran,? Still saw the boy behind the man. And when the time was right, we talked— ?On softened ground, together walked.? With tears and hope, we both forgave,? And chose to heal, not dig a grave. You are my mother, my truest friend,? The one who stayed until the end.? For all the wrong, I made it through,? Because of love—because of you. Scott W