By: Julie Loomis
Word on the Street Issue 44, June 2024
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My son is joy,
bright bursting energy.
He looks at me,
this is the best day it can be.
He smiles, ask for a hug,
Mom, I love you,
thanks for everything you do.
My son is angry,
he doesn’t understand why.
I am not listening?
Impatiently he explodes and whines.
I tell him no.
He starts to scream.
He is out of control.
I eventually get through.
My son is sad,his life is crushed,
he cries about what he could have had;
heart wrenching sobs of remorse.
My son feels wrong.
He tells me to take away everything,
he doesn’t belong.
He cries; I don’t deserve to be happy.
Sometimes even to live.
He lies on his bed in a ball.
He has no more tears to give.
My son wants a hug.
He tells me he is sorry,
his eyes ask;forgive me let it be.
Mom, I love you.
Brandon doesn’t understand why,
he has all these emotions inside.
Most times hardly remembers.
Sometimes wants to hide.
Brandon’s like a summer’s day.
Sunny and warm,
then suddenly comes a cloud.
A drenching rain storm.
Then it slowly stops.
The clouds drift away,
out comes the rainbow.
The sun’s rays only delayed.