Holiday.. just another day.

Its just another day
as I awoke this morning
after I turned over in bed
and stretch
the cool feel of sheets
make me just wanna
fall back asleep
the emptiness
the loneliness
is at times enough
to make me weep
and especially on days
like this
these days are harder
only because hes not around
but I get up
knowing its got to be done
someone has to be here for my son
its the holidays that make
good childhood memories
sometimes i miss things
i know i could easily have
like a mans touch
the feel of a strong
and warm embrace
but the thought of
another mans touch is
repulsive as soon
as it crossed my mind.
the reason i tell this story
is that i miss him
and i know you will never understand
to the people who took him from me
i hope you can see
what kind of damage
you did not to him alone
but to all our family.