The sadness of having an estranged son is described in this poem.
Blame your Mama, but never your dad.
She kept you fed, even when she was sad.
She was home, he always gone,
But you condemn mom, little angry boy.
An adult now and might have your own,
Hope they love you when they’re grown.
But still hate your mom, and spread your disdain,
Because you are now a big, angry man.
I think we’ve always been who we are,
But now with less enthusiasm and hope, you and I.
Past trying as much as we can.
Now a very sad mom and an angry young man.
So sorry to read sad poems like this. While behaviorists would generally disagree, we are descendants of long lines of DNA, some good and some bad. No matter what you do, your son probably is on the receiving end of male anger that is built into his genes coming down from generations above. Recalling what I read of your father.
But I'm glad you tried. And sad that you failed. I would go continue to seek out those who care for you and love you rather than spending any more time trying to persuade your son that you are not the one that made him the way he is. Like your poem suggests, I hope that he treats his family better than he does his mother.
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
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But I'm glad you tried. And sad that you failed. I would go continue to seek out those who care for you and love you rather than spending any more time trying to persuade your son that you are not the one that made him the way he is. Like your poem suggests, I hope that he treats his family better than he does his mother.
Ron