Its just a fragile flower, underneath that all that angst.
Its just a the thing that hurts me, to see it wilting now.
I can only offer words and hugs, but its not working now.
I cant take away the pain like i used to be able to do.
Its just a part of life, that i know thats tough.
I know that the promise of a day trip or a packet of sweets ,
wont fix it this time.
I know it will get better, but even that doent seemed to go in.
To see the tears falling and the huge pain in his heart.
This is a broken fragile flower and he is my teenage son,
losing his first love.
What a beautiful poem for such a sad subject.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing
((hugs for your boy))
xx
lesley
ohh bless him. I can not even imagine yet my boy getting to that age and how my heart will break for him. Mich x
ReplyDeleteaaww, your poem made me well up. My son is 10 and it breaks my heart to think that this will happen to him in a few years.
ReplyDeleteThank you lovely ladies , its so hard that a magic kiss and an elastoplast wont fix this, i have told him the harsh truth too , she isnt playing my boy like a fiddle
ReplyDeleteAww how sad :-( poor teen - she's not good enough & so hard when they're sad & it can't be fixed xxx
ReplyDeleteSo difficult it must be to see his heart broken and not feel heartbroken yourself. He's a lucky boy to have a mum who feels his pain so deeply and remembers what it was like to be a teenager.
ReplyDelete(Thank you for your visit to my fledgling blog and your heartfelt comment. I really appreciate it. I'm happy to have found you -- hello.)
That's a fantastic poem - and the best thing is, it's not preserved here. One day he'll be able to look back at what his Mum wrote with an entirely different perspective.
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