Brandon

My son is joy bright bursting energy,
he looks at me,
this is the best day it can be.
He smiles and ask for a hug,
Mom, I love you,
thanks for everything you do.
My son is angry,
he doesn't understand why.
I am not listening?
Impatiently he explodes and whines.
I tell him no. I try to get him to let go.
He starts to scream.
He grabs me, he is out of control.
I eventually get through.
My son is sad.
His life is crushed,
he cries about what he could have had;
heart wrenching sobs of remorse.
My son feels wrong.
He tells me to take away everything,
he doesn't belong.
He cries; I don't deserve to be happy.
Sometimes even to live.
He lies on his bed in a ball.
He has no more tears to give.
My son wants a hug.
He tells me he is sorry,
his eyes ask; forgive me let it be.
Mom, I love you.
Brandon doesn't understand why he has all these emotions inside.
Most times hardly remembers.
Sometimes wants to hide.
Brandon's like a summer's day.
Sunny and warm, then suddenly comes a cloud.
A drenching rain storm, then it slowly stops.
The clouds drift away and out comes the rainbow.
The son's rays only delayed.