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As I start to

Walk down long halls

Draped in silver chains

To stand

Before a man to decide

When I will see you again

I start to think

How could I have hurt you so?



I could see your heart break

As tears started to flood your eyes

Then stream down your face

When I said goodbye

With a look of deep regret



For the pain I have put in your heart

And the questions I’ve put in your mind

What did I do wrong?

Was I not loving?

Did I not comfort?

Pick you up when you were down?

Am I a bad mother?



No…You are the mother every

Son should have

I took all that you taught

All that you gave

And did what I wanted to

Not knowing you would be hurt

For the things I have done



The time I’m facing does not hurt

It’s the pain

The tears

And the doubt

That you have suffered

That hurts the most



Mom I am sorry for all I have done to hurt you.

©Jeremy Conn

4-5-02