I wrote this back in the 70’s and knew this would happen!
Ive got a son that never came.
One that flew kites and arrow-planes.
One that danced in the springtime rains.
Dont know why or whos to blame.
But Ive got a son that never came.
Bullfrogs and butterflies hell never see.
Hell stroll through an open field, but not with me.
There was a time his heart beat strong.
It beat with rhythm as in a song.
And to me his love belonged.
Dont know why or what went wrong.
But there was a time his heart beat strong.
Its left in my mind and my heart will tease.
Theres no love in my life for my son and me.
Before I had a chance to fight.
They took my son up a flight.
To a room to take his life.
Dont know why I had no rights.
Before I had a chance to fight.
Then five months early they stole him from his womb.
Laid him in a corner and watched him die in his tomb.
But for one split second I thought I heard him cry...
Im gonna have to leave you now. I love you Dad. Goodbye.
Wow. Very good writing. Screen getting blurry.
I cry for my gender who doesn’t understand sometimes the depths of a man’s love. I have three sons. To me, boys love harder and deeper than anyone else. I am so sorry you had the occasion to write that, but it’s beautiful.