Most days I walk with an unshed tear,
unable to shed my terrible fear.
The fear I have of you leaving,
because you, my son, have quit breathing.
Four years now you have struggled,
and your life in our hands we have juggled.
The sickness, pain and hurt you have known,
is something I can never take back or own.
Please my dear son stay with us here,
dear lord,let my get rid of my tear of fear
YOU ARE READING
My poetry
PoetryI write from my heart and from life experiences. I have a disabled son who was not expected to make it. Some are about him, some about a abusive situation I was in, some just love.
