Son Poem

Missing You

A father writes a letter to his son, who has gone down a dangerous and destructive path, he lets him know that he can always come home.

Missing You

© Mary E. Ferstler
I miss my son
who use to be
who cared about himself
and his family

Never one to show his
feelings openly
He was always there
When I needed him to be

We have been through
so much over the years
Anger, joy and so many
tears

I know I didn't always
do the right thing
and
was not always good
at mothering

I knew that I could never
go back, and
fix all the wrongs
So I worked very hard
to set a new track

I tried to show you
the sunshine
and hope
and how great life can be
When you take it on
soberly

But when it came your
turn to choose
You chose the path
without any rules

I know its dark
and it will
empty your soul

But always remember
You can still come
HOME

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Published: Feb 2006

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  • I'm a mother going through tough times with my son, so I completely related to this!

    Karen Submitted Aug 2008
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  • When I read this poem it was like reading words right from my husband's mouth. We see our son going down this path an we are trying to get him on the right one for his sake.

    Roni Submitted Feb 2009
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  • My son has run away and doesn't want to come home. He says he's happy but he's not even looking after himself well. He is a beautiful boy in and out but has chosen to take the wrong path in life. I miss him so much and always remind him he can come home. I hope and pray for him each day to "get over this phase" and come back to his family <3

    Val W Submitted Dec 2010
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  • This poem is speaking words from my heart to my son. I want him to know that no matter what, he can come home. I miss him so much and it hurts so bad inside. I will be so glad when he realizes that his family, especially his little brothers need him just as much as he needs us.

    Cassie, Maryland Submitted Feb 2011
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  • I miss my son, I try to see him as much as I can. He's in prison, it hurts so bad. I need him home, he has done enough time. My heart aches every single day. I LOVE YOU MICHAEL.

    Alicia, Bellflower Submitted Jul 2012
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  • I miss my son that took his life from his family, he was so smart but I didn't know what went wrong. He was my life but I blame myself why didn't I see the pain he was in? He was always there for me as I was there for him, it has been a nightmare for me I cry every day and night I just want to tell him how much I miss and love him. Mom and dad are hurting and just wish we had some answers. I wake up and think you will be here soon my heart is broke and I will never get over you leaving me my heart aches for you Michael I love you with all my heart and soul.

    Brenda Johnson Submitted Jan 2013
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  • Your poem is a beautiful tribute to your love for your son. Thank you for sharing.

    Blessings to you and yours and all that pertains to you,
    Lena

    Lena Submitted Jan 2013
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  • Reading your poem made me sad. You are so lucky to still have your son no matter what. My one and only son Patrick chose the road of destruction and it took his life at the age of 27, 2 years ago and my life has changed forever. I miss my Patrick more than words can say just like you all I would say you're going to not wake up one day and that is what happened but what I would do to be saying that today I cannot explain. I miss him so much just keep praying that your son gets better because I will pray for each and every one of your son's. Remember it is an illness and just be there for them. God Bless each and everyone who reads this.

    Linda Dumbarton Submitted Jan 2013
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  • On Jan. 18th, it will be 1 year that I lost my son of 34 years to alcohol/drugs. He was found dead, under a bridge. I tried for years upon years of trying to let him know there was a better life for him. He hadn't been sober/clean for over 6 months since 1997. I worried myself sick, cried, screamed, felt totally helpless. I admit, I enabled him. I always managed to get him off the streets and into a clean & sober place. This last time, I didn't even know where he was, hadn't heard from him. I still, to this day, would have driven to Phoenix to get him and get him help. He was my only child. He was my life. Alcoholism is a disease. True, it was his choice to put the bottle to his lips but, the disease hits some people stronger than others.

    Connie, Santa Maria, Ca Submitted Jan 2013
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  • My son was away on his own and lost his job. He has had difficulty joining the workforce again. He returned home just before the new year. I have missed a lot of hurts in his life and I just wish to hide him under my wings like a mother hen.

    Julie-Ann Williams, Belize Submitted Jan 2013
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  • The poem brings my son close to my heart. He is quite far away from me since he is employed in an IT company. Every moment that I cherished with him comes back to me in his absence. For every mother the separation of children is unbearable.

    Susheela Submitted Jan 2013
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  • Hi. I just found out today that both of my sons will never be allowed to come home so this poem brought tears to my eyes

    Stacey , Victoria, Australia Submitted 5/14/2013
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  • This poem brought tears to my eyes. No my son isn't into drugs, my daughter was, but clean now.
    You see, I divorced my ex about 8 yrs ago. My youngest son stopped talking to me 4 yrs ago. He just turned 18. I missed out on his graduation and a simple "Hi mom" for so long. Last night he sent me a message thru Facebook, telling me what a horrible person I am. Friends don't understand, they have never endured a son cutting off his mother. Last night I was told I'm a pathetic bitch and the last 4 yrs have been the best years of his life. My heart aches. Please someone give me the miracle of bringing him home. I divorced his dad because of abuse, after the divorce he was killed in Iraq. I wasn't allowed to sit next to him at the funeral. I custody of my grandson, people say I hold him too close. But I never want to experience losing a child. I want to hear my baby's voice, just a simple... Hey Mom

    Michelle, NY Submitted 5/27/2013
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  • When, I read some of these poems I remember my son as a cute 2 year old that was always after mommy and every single day said I love you so much mom. Now he talks back and curses at me and my little kids he is a drug addict and I do not know what to do. I have tried talking to him putting him in programs taking things he likes from him and all he does is laughs in my face.

    Guadalupe Diaz Submitted 7/6/2013
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  • Reading this made me think about my boy. Being a single parent, I always had to work two jobs failed to pay close attention, I also had three other kids to care for Nathan was my middle boy. He chose the wrong path and got jumped in a gang. It has been 4 years since my precious boy has disappeared. This has to be one of the hardest things ever, not knowing makes my heart feel like it is broken in half. I pray for closure!

    Priscilla , Bakersfield Ca Submitted 8/20/2013
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  • I am sitting here missing my son. He was murdered 9 years ago. I am writing another memoriam to run in our local newspaper. Because he was killed four days after Christmas with his birthday four days after that those few days are particularly hard. I am so thankful for my daughter and my two grandchildren. I ache for the grandchildren I will never have. My heart breaks for all of us.

    Ogden Utah Submitted 12/23/2013
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  • My precious son Bryan. Died 24 years ago, seems like yesterday, no today. I will never be capable of loving with all my heart this I hate.

    Sheryl Submitted 3/17/2014
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