Son, I loved you from the moment you were born
when they flew you on the helicopter to Charlotte.
I drove and rushed to your side
praying you’d be alright.
Two-and-a-half years ago, I broke your trust.
You and your brother will not speak to me.
You will not acknowledge me on the street.
Today was your birthday.
Yet, I remember you every day.
I brought you brownies, money and a card.
You sent a text.
You said, “Leave the store.
I don’t want to see you today.”
I took home the brownies, money and card
and tried to remember if there is anything left
of the boy I raised.
By Rebecca T. Dickinson
Dedicated to all parents who have lost connection to their children due to divorce and misunderstanding.
Write it Honest