Jealous of your own son
your one and only one
replaced in my affections
your imagined deflections
sullied in my view
someone to love besides you
marred by your own insecurity
generous with your brutality
low my self-esteem
but for your son I still dream
escaped with a sliver of hope
each new day better I cope
I was sorry when I heard of your demise
but ever grateful for your son's cries
together were a family
masters of our destiny
