My Son

Your heart is my heart
Your fears
Become mine
Trembling, fearful lips
I wish I could cure
By taking your pain away
Your strength gives me mine
Mountains are hard to climb
Especially when you’re all alone – rocks can be tricky and sometimes treacherous
Let me lead the way
never escorting you astray
Your hands and fingers are numb
Keep on climbing, my dear son

By Elizabeth Mendiola
©2014

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