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Upon learning of my son's addiction,
I wallowed in grief and despair.
My dreams and hopes were shattered;
I was convinced life wasn't fair.
As his mother I wanted to help him;
I yearned to lessen his pain.
I tried everything in my power
To make him well again.
As time went by I accepted
That there was nothing I could do
But change my own attitudes and actions
So difficult -- but so very true.
Then I came to have faith in a Power,
A Power in which to believe.
That Power has given me the gift
That I no longer need to grieve.
The Power has given me the wisdom
To detach from my son with love,
To allow him to walk his own journey
With his Power from above,
I now cherish his Nana's bank --
The brass one my son loved so.
I now use it as my God Box
For all that I must Let Go.
Today I walk my own path
In the journey of my life.
It's one with peace and serenity --
Not fear, anguish, and strife.
My son must walk his own path,
Making choices along the way.
I pray that he feels my love for him
As he travels day after day. |
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