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My Son

My Son a pome by Rhonda May

My son, I’ve told you since birth Dream big. I’ve told you since birth No dream is too big. Now your dream is gone. I see your hope gone. I see you light gone My son, please Find a new dream. Dream big. No dream is too big.

I had to write this in a writing class. At the time my son was going through a lot of changes in his life. He was getting ready for his second shoulder surgery in six months. He was being told that he might never play football again, a sport that he loved. We were told that he had the shoulder of a fifty year old man. That one day he was going to need shoulder replacement. The doctor hoped that he could hold out until my son was in his late thirties or early forties. He was only eighteen, being told he shoulder would never be that same again. I could see the light leave his eyes every time we went to the doctor or the physical therapy. He knew it was not getting better. He knew that he would never play football again. Micheal still hasn’t found a new dream. He is lost. As a parent, that is the hardest thing in the world. To see your child lose everything he ever wanted.