A Mother's Love is a Hard Thing to Lose

I woke up this morning, right around three.
I was thinking of him, did he think of me?
 
I wanted to hold him in my arms and calm his fears,
and all other things a broken heart wants to hear.
 
Like how a mothers love is a hard thing to lose,
is always there for the taking if one were to choose.
 
That our path in life is seldom straight,
how obstacles move more quickly with love than hate.
 
While we may not have wealth, power or fame,
they hold not the value of having a good name.
 
We come into this life with a clean slate,
and the marks we make are choices not fate.
 
Some choices made bring sunshine and cheer,
while others bring nothing but heartache and fear.
 
But a mother’s love is selective and strong,
and erases the marks made by wrongs.
 
I wanted to tell him, is not to late to begin anew,
that he can build a good name and a good life too.
 
I just want to hold him in my arms to calm his fears,
and all other things a broken heart wants to hear.
 
 
Written by a Mother to her Son – December 4, 2014
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