a real plea for my son to return to his true nature...
A Letter to Matthew
where have you gone my son, my one
the hope is out of your eyes
the blanket of disguise
smothering the spirit of you, who once
loved Star Wars, Slim Goodbody, and Mr. Magoo
these tears are like sand now
a desert wasteland of salt and brine
winds blowing pieces of me away
as you drift in the vapor of lost dreams
darkened by demented shadows of schemes
come back to your self and be you again
be my son, my baby, who was meant for success
but now
compounding duress upon stress
for not only you but others:
your sister, your brother
your child, your father
and me
your mother,
mom,
mommy,
mama
God hold my child in your hands
As I hold him in my heart
And Lord hear my prayers
As I am and he is--
We are nothing without you
Please my son
return to your home
that home which is truly you
I love you Matthew,
mom
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2009-07-28 at 19:55
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