That Horrible Day - Poem by Julieanne Jones
This is dedicated to my Son, Corey, aged 14 years old.
I remember that horrible day all so well,
I just wasn't myself, I think you all could tell,
We argued alot, you thought you were always right,
Even this day of the stupid fight.
As soon as I said the words 'Just go to your Dads! ',
In the pit of my stomach, I knew the outcome was to be bad,
I was so sorry to you, as soon as I heard it,
It was only after weeks of been apart from you, true reality hit.
I had drove you away with my state of mind, always shouting and crying,
Instead of being smiley, happy, and kind.
Fourteen years I had raised you, single handedly on my own,
Now you won't even speak to me on the telephone.
I still knew that you loved me, as I did you,
Maybe its just a part of life, that we had to go through,
For both of us to see the error of our ways,
I knew it would be months to heal now, not just only days.
We eventually started healing, still I missed you all the same,
Always had a tear in my eye, when someone mentioned your name.
You came to visit me in our new home one day,
Watched movies, ate chocolate, on the sofa we lay.
The weekend went so quickly, the time came to take you back,
As soon as I walked through the door, there was someone that I lacked.
I was coming home to Yorkshire, you sat quiet in the car,
I knew then there was something on your mind, we had come so far.
To hear those few words, 'Mum I want to come home',
A beaming smile came from inside of me, I no longer felt sad and alone.
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