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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