Your Son

All these years I have spent

pushing tears away

waiting for the time to come

happiness would stay.

Finally, I found my place

you had to put me down

the happiness that I found

soon became a frown.

You don't approve of anything

including your son's life

but I have his child

& I'm going to be his wife.

I do not care you hate me

I care nothing for you

& if you want to lose your son

then that is what you'll do.

This poem was written by Tracy Hass.

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