You denied,
hated,
every single action of what you did,
but there was another that care more about his mother and him,
not caring whose son it was,
not caring about their past,
making her smile,
through the darkest night,
to the brightness of a day light,
he love what you denied,
he respected her as he respected her son,
taking over your responsibility witch you were a coward of,
he gave your son his last name,
the one you never seem to care,
of the birth,
the day your 1st son came to earth,
now seeing him all grown,
not knowing what path ways he been thrown,
the things he been through,
what decisions he made,
by the end of every day,
not knowing if he has eaten,
the things that has affected his feelings,
don’t you ever bother saying he's your son,
because harming his life is the only thing you have done.