The Blood & The Bones

Will he know when he is older..
When his stands looking down at his ever present Mother..
What I did just to raise him to believe his Father was a God?
The steps I took to ensure that he would never question that he was loved beyond measure from both sides of his bloodline?
Will he know the things I endured?
The names I was called by the one who could never meet me halfway?
The places I stayed where I had no one so that would not grow up without him?
The hurt I held in the deepest depths of my heart that I wanted to cry out to world but did not want to tarnish his name?
The unfairness I kept secret?
The excuses I made?
The battles I fought?
Will he ever know all that I did so that he would look to his Father and think this man is my hero?
The answer is probably not but that is ok.
For when he is a man, the good man I raised him mostly on my own to be, he will just know that he was loved, not how or why but that he was and that’s all that matters..

the blood
& the bones