My Son

For him, I would wake up

Without him, I stay in bed.

For him, I would wear a smile

Without him, a frown instead.

For him, I kept up my strength

Without him, I'm puny and weak.

For him, I kept all of my promises

Without him, no promises to keep.

For him, I wished on falling stars

Without him, the stars are gone.

For him, I had glorious purpose

Without him, a singer with no song.

Without him, I'm barely a person

For him, I was his Mom.