A Troubled Son Poem by Angela Bleau
A Troubled Son
Why does it have to be this way
but i love him anyway
when will he stop
when will he learn
i just dont understand.
He makes his life so uneasy
it that suppost to please me
why does he do the things he does
to fight for a love he once lost.
my head hurts from all the stress
when all i asked him was to get dressed.
comments please.....thank you
Heart felt. Don't be disrespected. But let him be, let him have his 'beingness' (don't try to change him) for he will return to a loving son one day. i did.
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5/2/2024 5:32:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
My friend, please continue showering him with the love he has not lost. Within this difficult storm of independence, may the soothing breezes of your love find its mark......and may his anxious search for whatever.....shall be......no more! Best wishes.