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.
There’s irony, hypocrisy, fallacy, a vast ocean of distance to cross. The “saint”, the “sinner”, it’s lunacy, that the ignorant could save the lost.
I’m not belle of the ball, not the very least, but we have something in common, I’m in love with a beast. But the beast is not a person but a drug that I call meth, I’ve been talking to myself for hours, I’m running out of breath.
Our team was blown away by this beautiful painting.