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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