Ode to Ashton – Now Eighteen

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My little boy has grown so strong
I can’t believe its been this long
Since he raised his tiny head
And gazed at me in the hospital bed.
I held you tight against my chest
And promised to always do my best
To give you all you’d ever need
And make sure you would succeed.
You always wanted to help mum out
Around the house or out and about
And that was merely just the start
To seeing the size of my little boy’s heart.
I can’t believe how fast you’ve grown
And even though I’ve always known
How smart and strong and extra kind
You have become heart, soul and mind.
We’ve had so many ups and downs
But you’ve always kept me on solid ground
You are so much more than a bundle of joy
You’re my giggly, gorgeous, mischievous little boy.
My little boy has grown so strong
I can’t believe its been this long
Since he raised his tiny head
And gazed at me in the hospital bed.
I held you tight against my chest
And promised to always do my best
To give you all you’d ever need
And make sure you would succeed.
You always wanted to help mum out
Around the house or out and about
And that was merely just the start
To seeing the size of my little boy’s heart.
I can’t believe how fast you’ve grown
And even though I’ve always known
How smart and strong and extra kind
You have become heart, soul and mind.
We’ve had so many ups and downs
But you’ve always kept me on solid ground
You are so much more than a bundle of joy
You’re my giggly, gorgeous, mischievous little boy.
A sweet treat using buy-up staples.
Tired from being told what to do. I am tired of love, tired of being deemed guilty, tired of my own remorse. I am tired of my own self-doubt, my own shadows and especially tired of my own face.
Hate’s a strong word, but for you it’s reserved. I hate what you’ve taken from me, my parents, my childhood and my glee.
My blue eyes look so drained, but I’m strong, I’ll make it through.