Every morning when I woke up,
He wasn’t there.
And every day when I came home from work,
He wasn’t there.
And every night when I went to bed,
Still he wasn’t there.
My dear son, the one I loved, was never home.
Where was he?
I didn’t know.
I tried to talk to him.
But obviously it didn’t help.
What was he doing?
I didn’t know.
All I know is that I loved him.
More than anything else.
I was so happy those few times he was home.
I made all his favourite food,
And stupid as I was, I gave him money.
A lot of money.
But how could I know?
That he spend all the money on stupid things.
Stupid things that ruined his life.
And also ruined mine.
People often tell me what a bad mother I was.
That never understood.
But have should I know,
That my little innocent boy,
Used drugs?
There’s a lot of things I could done different,
I know.
But now it’s to late.
My little boy is gone.
I will never see him again.
He’s resting in peace with his father in heaven.
With Jesus and the saints.