In my sons, eyes reflects my soul
my reason for being, my life made whole.
A baby delighted to cue and play
the perfect child most would say.
He loved his mom to my delight
he loved his mom until that night.
A mothers love that night was repaid
with angry words and comments made.
The bond I thought that could never be broke
was tatered and torn by the words he spoke.
All that I'd done for him, as hard as I'd tried
meant nothing to him the night I cried.
They said it would happen but I didn't believe
when he meets a girl the lies she could weave.
A girl shouldn't come between a mom and her boy
being hateful to mom while with him being coy.
Friends say don't worry, someday he will see
how his girlfriend pulled him away from me.
She didn't want my son to love me or care
if he sees her true colors, will his heart tear.
The smirk on her face, the glee in her eye
when his anger toward me made me cry.
I should have slapped the smirk right off of her face
putting her firmly back into her place.
Why can't he see her intentions arn't true
why can't he see through her, like the rest of us do.
Time will tell, in time he will see
What the rest of us know and he will be free.
Until that time I will suffer the pain
of a brat little girl while my tears fall like rain.