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I Wish For You-The World! # 1
I Wish For You~The World
Here I sit with my mind on you again...
My Son, My Baby Boy, The Fruit of my youth,
I see your desperation and it rends my heart in twain.
You, above all others, I had thought would succeed in life.
Do you even realize the worry and thought I give daily to your trouble?
When was it that you first began to use that lovely mind for ill instead of good?
Where was I? What was I doing to miss the signs pointing to your cry for help?
I know with all my heart that I wanted to be the very best mother possible...
Was I ever a good mother? Did I totally fail you in some misguided way?
Did I miss the evidence of your change in the daily cares of living and working?
I have loved you unconditionally for two decades and yet, I wonder every day.
Did you need something from me that I was unable to identify and to give?
Could some other woman have done a better job, have met your needs?
Is your lack of ambition, your unconcern with the feelings of others my fault?
Not long ago I asked you what you wanted from life. Do you remember?
I hope so, because I know with certainty that I will never forget your reply.
You looked at me with disdain and with loathing when you said it.
“I want everybody to leave me to Hell alone, Momma! That’s what I want.”
You said it with a fierceness that took my breath away. I love you.
I don’t want you to be unhappy and alone and afraid. I care.
When you are afraid, my heart hurts. You are my son.
Did you not realize that what happens to you also
Happens to me? Did that never occur to you?
Take a little time to think about the reason you
find yourself in this mess and
maybe then you will
realize that you’re
a branch from my
own tree and all
you do affects
me too. My
God! How
I love you!
You are my
baby, my
son, a part
of me and
I love you
with a love
that knows no
bounds. I wish for you the world.
Do you understand me? I wish for you the world!
Jessica, this is beautiful! Your words, will touch many mother's that have asked the exact same questions that you have asked here. We, as mother's, want so much for our children. The World!
Lots of times instead of the Mother's Heart being cherished it is instead stepped on. There is nothing that hurts any worse than being hurt by your children.
You have stated this mother's heart eloquently! The questions for her may remain a part of her but so will the love that is so plainly evident here. Perhaps, someday, instead of stepping on the heart that loves so deeply, that very love will be picked up from the dust and recognized for its worth.
I loved the form at the very end. It could be taken as "why" or it could be a symbol of "you".
This child does not want to be left alone. None of them truly do. He is angry, resentful, confused and guilty. You can bet that there are many times in this young mans life that he yearns to touch the face of his mother. To TOUGH now to admit to the yearning. It will one day make itself known. As this mother loves her son unconditionaly, so does the son love the mother even though the time of recognition has not yet arrived.
This work leaves the reader praying for the two of them.
Wonderful job Jess! You will touch many Mother's hearts in this beautiful piece of poetry.