Lets say there are many times I looked
And saw reflections of my son
I argued sometimes, consulted;
I saw results, and said Well done.
I thought of him constantly
And silently asked Why?
I tried fervently
And just cannot say goodbye
I lived with visions twined and twisted
Passion so cold
And withered thoughts, battered and shattered
I dreamed dreams
Cherished memories
Housed friendship
And promises that mattered
In the end
Time is treasured;
But love for my son?
Its everlasting