He told me all about it
With tears streaming down his
face
It was so hard for him to tell me
He kept saying he was a disgrace
He didn't know how to begin
To tell his secret to me
He was afraid that I would reject
him
But he had no cause to be
I held his head against me
"Please God, heal the hurt I pray"
My son has finally told me
All his life he has known he was
gay
"My son", I said, "I love you still"
"Did you expect my love to waiver?
This secret you've had for twenty years
Could make me not love you-never!"
"A mothers love, it knows no bounds
I will love you till the end of my days
But other people's ignorance
May not understand your ways"
"The only advice I can give to you
Is to your own self you must be
true
Don't try to be what you're not, my son
Because pretending will never do"
"I know your secret was hard to tell
Yes, for me it was quite a suprise
But I love you no matter what, my
son
Now go wipe the tears from your eyes"
This poem is about my son, David Spillman. He is known around the net as Wayner69 (Now Wayner20). You can visit his page, David's Queer Spot, by clicking here . If this offends you, don't go. Otherwise, Njoy! Also, please give me feedback on it by signing my GuestBook.
Thanx-Suann
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