We Need To Talk, (A Plea to my Son)
Son I love you dearly, and forever, I always will,
but today we have to talk, talk seriously before you take that pill.
From this womb of mine you were born, and from your father's loins, a seed
but I do not agree that what you are doing now is right, standing near smoking the weed.
Your talent and good humour I have nurtured, I stand by your side and always will,
You have to live your life your way, and swallow the little bitter pill,
for I hope you realise now, that those loyal friends you hold in high regard,
are not your friends at all, just festering maggots making you ill.
They encourage you day by day, to damage this body in which you were born,
no warning will you heed from me, just leave me lacking lustre, all forelorn.
A baby needs his daddy, a mother needs her son,
Try to understand that a mother's battle can not be won.
I spoke to the pusher's, warned them to leave my family alone,
I am prepared to move house, to take you back into my heart, to give you a new home
and to protect you and keep you for all the day's of your life,
but beware and know that you are leaving behind you, precious cargo and a wife.
I pray that you see, the pain and misery that you cause,
do not expect me to stand and deny the one's that I love,
or watch that baby I gave birth to rule the day he was born.
Precious memories my son, how cherished you were,
you made my life so sweet, full of generosity and care.
But beware from now on, and know that a woman is scorned,
who may not be as patient as before, your are severely warned.
If it takes my last breath on this world that I know,
I will never let the authorities take my grandson, Oh no.
A mother's love is never ending, and with her child to protect,
sacrifices will be made, and of this you can expect.
Hard love was never an option, but now is the time,
to pull that comfort blanket from underneath you, to protect what is mine.
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