As I sit in the quiet of your absence
and recount the days gone past
I hope you realize that I have tried
I know you want so many things
that I just can't give you
I give you my love
I'm not sure you even know it
It is your birthday and I can only
make you a cake and make your dinner
I've got you a few little things
Things that you don't really want
but you accept
because you are so used to being
disappointed by me
But your Dad will get you everything you ask
I'm sorry that all I ever do is let you down
my son
Wow Pammie...I wore the same t-shirt...but here's a little secret that (as a mom of grown sons) that I'll pass onto you...when he's a man, it won't be the stuff he was given that he'll reflect on; it'll be the quiet strength you had and how you were always there...(I know.)
ReplyDeletethank you San, I only just noticed that you had commented here. I appreciate your words of wisdom.
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