Missing You

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.