Mother's Delight
A little boy was born to his mother’s delight
The most precious face ever placed in her sight
Instantly smitten when she saw his baby blues
His contagious laughter and a smile she couldn’t refuse.
As time went on her baby boy was growing into a man
It was like yesterday she was holding his tiny little hand
Everybody who knew him thought he was the bee’s knees
Popular and well loved his mama so proud and well pleased
As he grew he crafted his skill to a true art form of manipulation
Like a chameleon he would change to benefit in any situation
Lying became as natural to him as the first words he ever spoke
Not sure if he could speak the truth for he would surely choke
His mom holds on to the hope and prayers she says to her father
While her son disrespects her over and over not wanting to bother
He is so wrapped up in himself not noticing his true friends have left
He has thrown away his pride, dignity and respect, all because he chose meth.
A little boy was born to his mother’s delight……….
Copyright © Erin Soares-Anselmi | Year Posted 2014
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