I have not posted much, but in silence have read many many many post on these forums. I woke up in the middle of the night out of the blue, went to paper and this is what came out.
“the fun eye my SON”
JACKSON u r my LIGHT
that gives me SIGHT,
my EMPATHY
that grants me SYMPATHY.
JACKSON u r my STRENGTH
that provides me LENGTH,
which gives me REACH
to provide u TEACH.
JACKSON u r my SMILES
that grants me GUILE,
the illusive WISDOM
to my questioning KINGDOM.
JACKSON u r my HAPPINESS
when I feel CRAPPINESS,
because u bring LAUGHTER
that defuses their DISASTER.
JACKSON u r IT
without giving a FIT,
the ever pending STORM
u carry as NORM.
JACKSON u r my LIFE
without a STRIFE,
I’s of a HAWK
that refuse to BALK.
JACKSON u r my FLOWER
that never grows SOUR,
always delivering DEED
regardless of NEED.
JACKSON u r my SON
that eye learn FROM,
my little GUN
who grants my FUN.
JACKSON u r my JACKSON!
The guilt I have for leaving him behind is one of the biggest button's that my uBPDw-ex would use to get to me. After spending a special day with him, I went to bed thinking and reminiscing the day as I drifted off to sleep... . just wanted to share it with you all.
We find strength in the littlest places, stay strong for yourself and the children!
