text: Lets say there are many times I looked
  And saw reflections of my son
  I argued sometimes, consulted;
  I saw results, and said Well done.
  I thought of him constantly
  And silently asked Why?
  I tried fervently
  And just cannot say goodbye
  I lived with visions twined and twisted
  Passion so cold
  And withered thoughts, battered and shattered
  I dreamed dreams
  Cherished memories
  Housed friendship
  And promises that mattered
  In the end
  Time is treasured;
  But love for my son?
  Its everlasting