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Gabby Abby

Gabby Abby
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December 31

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JANUARY 24, 2012 6:16PM

Vacuum

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What ever you may wish to say
it's too late
once again
a mother's love is blind
sometimes 
but I always and ever still
wish on my stars
for you be an honest man
return to your being
an honorable person
the son you want to be
a man of integrity
a legacy to your own child
Never give up
I will forever love
the boy you were
and the 'you' you want to be.
Until you can look into my eyes
with truth
and the bright light of an open soul
who lives the life he was created for
and granted by grace
with health
and a sound mind and body
to live fully and joyously,
please take care of yourself
be well
my only son
Love
M

 

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We parent in a vacuum sometimes. The emptiness of a searching soul can be daunting yet hopeful somehow. We can always count stars though, to pass the time.
Gabby Abby
January 24, 2012 06:19 PM
I understand as only a mother of a son would. May he stay well.
♥
FusunA
January 24, 2012 06:21 PM
Mothers and sons share special bonds. Sometimes of joy, sometimes of pain. Stretched maybe, but never broken.
Sally Swift
January 24, 2012 06:28 PM
Seems he has transgressed in some fashion?
"be well
my only son"
I can relate... good to see you posting
tr ig
January 24, 2012 06:51 PM
Only against himself T - you know how that goes... How's your Soldier Boy? Well and safe... I'll pray on my star for him too.
Gabby Abby
January 24, 2012 06:54 PM
Sending good thoughts to you and your son, Abby. Mother's love and all, it very powerful. ~r
Joan H.
January 24, 2012 06:55 PM
I have a daughter, no son. But I know the fiery heat of a mother's hopes, dreams and fervent prayer for one's child. I just read somewhere that the Chinese believe that there is an invisible thin red chord linking parent and child for all time. It makes sense to me. Thanks Gabby. May all be well, infinitely well for you and your son...always. r
A Persistent Muse
January 24, 2012 07:10 PM
posting news about him soon Abby--
tr ig
January 24, 2012 07:16 PM
That sound you just heard was my heart shattering. As the mother of a son, I know how hard it must be to "say" this to your boy. I hope he can grab hold and come back to you.

Lezlie
L in the Southeast
January 24, 2012 07:19 PM
an apropos sentiment Lezlie, he's on his path as I guess we all are. I just hate to see someone I care for so much flailing yet again. If love can prop others up even a little, from a necessary distance, we can send it every day to them that needs it, right? It's the least and the most we can do. I think my mother's been doing it for me for y-e-a-r-s. (thanx Mom)
Gabby Abby
January 24, 2012 07:31 PM
I hope that all you hope for him comes true.
Alysa Salzberg
January 24, 2012 07:56 PM
Well done, G. Your mother's passion is clear.
zumalicious
January 24, 2012 07:56 PM
In the usual scheme of things, daughters are difficult early on, and sons are difficult later. Or maybe sons are just better at hiding their emotions and we are only involved when things hit crisis mode. I hope your son's crises are temporary. I do think most find their way eventually, even if it isn't the way we would have chosen or expected.
Bellwether Vance
January 24, 2012 08:24 PM
My mom used to tell me that nobody will ever love you like your mother, and I knew she was right, even when I was extremely hard to love. I bet your son knows this too. Whatever he is going through, your love is something he can count on. Mothers rock.
greenheron
January 24, 2012 08:47 PM
I can certainly relate.......It's amazing how being a Mom can be the sweetest experience, and yet, the hardest one as well.
I Love Life
January 24, 2012 08:55 PM
return to your being ...

on its own, resonates powerfully.

Mothers rock, indeed.
Kim Gamble
January 24, 2012 08:59 PM
Beautiful. Reminds me of my favorite book that I would read my son, now a great big Marine. "I'll love you forever, I'll like you always, as long as I'm living my baby you'll be." You brought tears to my eyes. I think I'll call both my sons right now. thank you.
Barbara O'Brien
January 24, 2012 09:23 PM
Wrenching, Abby. Beautifully so.
Matt Paust
January 24, 2012 09:32 PM
I sing the song `I will never give up.

Sing the lyrics all day. Chorus is same.

I believe we all become wayward prodigal.

Hope of parents is that son/daughter returns.

I thing we must travel afar to learn ill/depravity.
`
No get an attorney
`
their attorney
referring to the mobsters
as `kind, civil, proud'
`
Just love them unconditionally.
Hopefully, they return home.
Then You kill a fat calf cow.
Art James
January 24, 2012 09:45 PM
Mothering in a vacuum...how well I know. Sometimes all you can do is love them. We have to remember not to have expectations of them being anything like we imagined.

Hugs to you.
BuffyW
January 24, 2012 10:27 PM
I'm sure he knows how much you love him. I hope he finds his way, Abby. They usually do, boys sometimes a little later than girls. xo
femme forte aka candace
January 24, 2012 11:32 PM
What a precious mother's advice to her son. So kind and loving.
r
hilarad
January 24, 2012 11:33 PM
This is just so hard to deal with. I pray that he one day will get it straight and right and do what he needs to do and will look into your eyes with truth. And yes, you will always love him as only a mother can.
grif -
January 25, 2012 12:20 AM
I've missed your posts. Glad to see you back. Just keep loving and supporting him is all you can do. Hope the tides change soon.
fernsy
January 25, 2012 09:33 AM
Oh, Abby. This broke my heart in two. I have both daughters and sons and the love I feel for all of them is immeasurable; but there is that special something between a mother and her son(s). There is a ferociousness to the love a mother feels for a son. It's unexplainable, except to other mothers of sons.

These lines slay me:
I will forever love
the boy you were
and the 'you' you want to be.

Beautifully written, achingly poignant. So glad to see you here.
xoxo
Unbreakable
January 25, 2012 10:23 AM
Another mother of a son here...steering through a pretty dark passage of growing up and becoming a decent man. So I cried, because you sent an arrow to pierce my tenderest wound, but then I printed this out to keep. About which: thank you. I'm right there with you.
Ann Nichols
January 25, 2012 10:48 AM
@ Art, when put that way...I'm thinking about Bell and vegetarian alternatives. Thanks for the stop in - you're a celebrated fatted calf around here yourself.
Gabby Abby
January 25, 2012 11:04 AM
I'm sure he knows you love him.
Erica K
January 25, 2012 11:24 AM
Poem as prayer as poem. Among my favorite. Rated with best of wishes.
Drewonimo
January 25, 2012 03:48 PM
Such powerful and loving words from such a powerful and loving heart. May somehow your stars convey all that your heart holds to the one you hope will hear.
anna1liese
January 26, 2012 12:26 AM
" a legacy to your own child" are the most powerful words in this powerful piece.
Dr. Spudman44
January 26, 2012 04:04 AM
I think as there is so often a special bond between fathers and daughters ... it is so between mothers and sons.

I imagine the ache ... the ache that is felt right to the core ... the mother who aches to help her son stand and face life's challenges ...not by doing for him but by having to let go and let him learn ... to let him gow and become all that he can be.

Counting stars ... wishing upon them ... and always hoping.
Little Kate
January 26, 2012 07:23 AM
I will forever love
the boy you were
and the 'you' you want to be.

Amen! What a wonderful sentiment......r......
Pensive Person
January 26, 2012 08:10 AM
I see the rebel in my younger son and know I am responsible cause I was a renegade. My hubby so much calmer and steady has given my son some of himself, but I always hope he will get more from Dad. I learned all my lessons the hard way. My son is in the Army, in love and 5 kids now, so he is getting there. Good luck. A Mom's love and caring is all he needs, and all you can do at this point.
cindy Prochnow
February 24, 2012 10:48 AM
Thanks Cindy. The saga continues. Glad yours is working out into something hopeful.
Gabby Abby
February 24, 2012 11:11 AM
Hip Hip Horrah! Excellent.
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Algis Kemezys
March 18, 2012 06:17 AM
I think it's a given that kids are going to hurt their parents once in a while. Thanks for giving hope of forgiveness.
just phyllis for now
April 01, 2012 06:50 PM
Thanks for commenting Phyllis45. If you go back into the archives (I'm elderly in OS years), you'll be able to see it's not a 'once in awhile' experience when a child (now a man) is an addict. It's an ongoing, never-ending breath hold that you have to let out at some point. I'm almost there. Nice to meet you.
Gabby Abby
April 02, 2012 03:05 AM
One doesn't have to be a mother to find beauty in this poem. r
hilarad
May 25, 2012 07:21 PM