A Mother's Dream

I dreamt of you my son

 

I awoke trembling and crying, fearful and so defeated

 

You were again under the demon of that awful substance

 

Your eyes were glassy and your body frail and pail and thin--again

 

I stared at you, hoping I wasn't seeing You, my darling boy, You.

 

You followed me like a stray cat. How can I help you when I cannot? And

 

there is not help for you because I've done this before and before and before...

 

Please, Lord, take this cup from me.

 

Here I am, making a decision: Shall I call you or pray to not get THAT call.

 

That final call which will end all dreams I ever had for you, my darling son.

 

These decisions a mother makes for a child of almost 40 years...

 

 





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2016-08-27 at 18:35

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
A mother's cry from the heart... so powerfully worded. Thank you. xx
2016-09-12


Phyllis J. Rhodes
The agony of loving a child who is on the edge of being too far from your reach is hell on earth in terms of loving someone. Addiction is Satan's nectar. Only God's is sweeter. And you have that to offer your son. He has to choose. Love hurts but it also heals, and all who love him and you cry out in prayer he will turn to it. God, please, no more lost to that evil. Please no more..
2016-09-04


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This heartfelt piece is so personal and so powerful. Yet I am sure it is similar to stories from parents all around the world. Thank you for sharing this.
2016-09-01


Deeps
Oh Kathy! So much pain there is for a mother, for a loving heart. Take care and hugs. A Mother's heart is a safe place for a child of forty years
2016-08-30


David W. Glavin
Addiction is one awful beast. I lived that side of it and seen many I care about die or end up in prison for life. I survived and so can Your son, if he chooses. It's a hell of a battle, but He can win. You love him and he knows it. That's all You can do for him. Thanks for sharing such a deep personal pain. You expressed it beautifully.
2016-08-28



It's sad yet so truthful, and in a way its tragically beautiful.
2016-08-28