My Son

My son, my child, I no longer see.
He was of my world, a part of me.
My pride in him knew no bounds
Which deepened through the years I found.
Did he know in his heart my love for him?
Did I show it enough when his life was grim?
Did he realise I set him free – to be,
Rather than follow the same path as me.
His life was a gift , a treasure – free,
And he gave himself so generously.
No longer his presence actually known,
An individual, separate, his own.
Though times before I knew in part,
He will always be the same in my heart.
All that he was, he still is you see,
My son, my child is part of me.