Joan Donnelly Ellis Poet Verse

My Treasure

My Treasure
 His eyes opened in the delivery room
 Our son we named James 
 You will never believe me
 But I swear it is true
 His hair was wet and black and long
 And thicker than the rain
 When I held him I felt a closeness 
 I cannot explain
 I was a proud mother
 And his Dad felt the same
 He was special
 Like sunshine breaking through the rain
 Then Mom and Dad separated and we know
 Son, it hurt you so
 We both apologise but that does not cease your suffering
 We never meant to hurt you
 We were foolish and young
 Not understanding what was necessary
 To raise a son
 Please forgive us-we were kids
 by Joan Donnelly Ellis /June 2016

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