To My Son, Ashton
Alone with you before you breathed, I faced the world in fear,
but every kick beneath my ribs said, Mommy, I am here.
He walked away from both of us, a choice he can't undo,
so I became the strength he lacked and poured it into you.
Now sixteen years have carved you into someone brave and true,
a man who proves that love can build what absence never knew.
Your father left an empty space he never tried to fill,
but you became the man who rose from all that he left still.
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