To Jay Michael Poem by Susan T. Aparejo

I never dream to have him,
first meet him on his birthday,
a good healthy one,
my angel without wings,
the joy he brings
forget the troubles of days.

He witnessed my labor,
deep inside I'm sure
he is in my side,
lighted my lane and
lifted my hands
whenever tears rolled by
his heart sunk deep for me.

I felt the love he gave for me,
my conscience talked to me
but how could I tell him
the essence of my flight?
how could I tell him
the road I provided for him
when he thinks I dig my own?

Clashes come between us,
I am certain he still in my side,
he forced himself to understand me,
because among others,
he is the only left for me,
the only treasure of my life,
my only son- JAY MICHAEL.