I put my boy down for the last time today,

No more holding my hand, no more riding on my shoulders.

He insists on being called a man, but I can’t do that just yet.

I left him at the roller rink with some friends, they didn’t look so friendly,

4 hours later I picked him up and he couldn’t look at me. “What’s wrong bud?”

He turned to me and I lost everything.

A tear ran down his left cheek, right over the swollen purple bruise.

Those prideful baby blues were blistered with regret.


He finally let his heart spill out.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

If they ever touch him again...