Son Poem

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

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My baby boy would used to hold onto my legs everywhere I go. He was always with me. One day, he told me "mummy I will marry you." Where is my little boy now? Ex Took him and his sister away...

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© Mary E. Ferstler

February 2006

Missing You, I Miss My Son

I miss my son
who used 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

I know I didn't always
do the right thing
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

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

I know it's dark
and it will
empty your soul

But always remember
You can still come


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  • by Indy
  • 6 months ago

My baby boy would used to hold onto my legs everywhere I go. He was always with me. One day, he told me "mummy I will marry you."
Where is my little boy now? Ex Took him and his sister away to Dubai and never to return almost 2 yrs. after. When I saw them I was so chocked (luckily I was sitting in my wheelchair )
I saw my children for only half an hour and then 2 hours and before they leave 15 minutes. It was hard to say goodbyes. Don't know if ever or when will I see them again ;;;;((


  • by Mathew Evans, South Wales
  • 11 months ago

I miss my son, whom I lost custody of just 15 months ago. He was only 6 days old when he was taken away from me and his mother. I never got the chance to see my son grow up, or watch him take his first steps. Not even his first words. There is nothing that can compare the pain I feel inside knowing that you ain't there with me. I wish you all the best in the future and I hope you'll find me one day, I love you with all my heart, and I'm sorry that I have failed you as a friend but most of all as a dad. Take care my number one man, don't forget that your always in my heart. Sleep well tonight my number one son. Love you forever xxxxxxxxxxx


  • by Sheryl
  • 1 year ago

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.


  • by Ogden Utah
  • 1 year ago

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.


  • by Priscilla , Bakersfield Ca
  • 1 year ago

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!


  • by Guadalupe Diaz
  • 1 year ago

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.


  • by Michelle, NY
  • 1 year ago

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


  • by Stacey , Victoria, Australia
  • 1 year ago

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


  • by Susheela
  • 2 years ago

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.


  • by Julie-Ann Williams, Belize
  • 2 years ago

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.


  • by Connie, Santa Maria, Ca
  • 2 years ago

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.


  • by Linda Dumbarton
  • 2 years ago

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.


  • by Lena
  • 2 years ago

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,


  • by Brenda Johnson
  • 2 years ago

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.


  • by Alicia, Bellflower
  • 2 years ago

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.


  • by Cassie, Maryland
  • 4 years ago

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.


  • by Val W
  • 4 years ago

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


  • by Roni
  • 6 years ago

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.


  • by Karen
  • 6 years ago

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


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