I wrote this back in the 70’s and knew this would happen!
I’ve got a son that never came.
One that flew kites and arrow-planes.
One that danced in the springtime rains.
Don’t know why or who’s to blame.
But I’ve got a son that never came.
Bullfrogs and butterflies he’ll never see.
He’ll 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.
Don’t know why or what went wrong.
But there was a time his heart beat strong.
It’s left in my mind and my heart will tease.
There’s 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.
Don’t 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...
“I’m 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.