crash

Love from a child, hate from a mother to a father.

Wondering why their child is such a bother.

Never any true love given only pain received.

A blade never to be removed just a lot of lies unseen.

Where are the words to soften the blow?

The thought of him never being there as he grows.

Questions to come, just wishing there was a better reason why.

No tears yet to be shed, hoping the day never comes when he lays down to cry.

Making me realize all I can do is love the child and be the mother.