I am your son,
this hasn't changed.
Forever and always,
carrying your name.
Behind me please stand,
no matter what they command.
I am your son,
behind me please stand.
I am your son,
Gay, yes, it's true.
I am you son,
yet our home seems so blue.
I am your son,
please let me be me.
I am your son,
change this, you can't.
I am your son,
a real proud man!
I am your son,
decisions I'll make.
I am your son,
love me for Christ sake.
I am your son,
believe it, it's true.
I am your son,
show me the love I've tried to show you.
I am your son,
hurting inside.
I am your son,
being forced to hide.
I am your son,
a son that loves you!!!
Lee G. Helferstay
11/9/98
Mother to Mom
From the very beginning, you were always there, Teaching me to count, or brushing my white hair.
Now I am 5 and off to school I must go, The place that I loved, good grades overflowed.
Now I'm 14 and High School's a drag, Everyone teases me and calls me Fag
I hate it so much and want to quit, You keep giving me courage for the diploma I'll get.
Now I'm 18 and depression set in, I can't find my identity hiding within.
You looked at me with our inspiring eyes, And that's when I knew I had to fly high.
Now I am 20 and fly high was the way, To Florida I moved that hot summer day.
I took on my dream to be independent, Visiting as often as work would permit.
After one year there, the news hit pretty hard, Breast Cancer, the diagnosis, said my mother, alarmed.
I said not to worry; I knew you would fight it, One year later, a recurrence discovered despite it.
After one more bout of Chemotherapy was through The Tumors remained, more vicious inside you.
That's when I knew, at your side I must be, I really missed you, and you needed me.
I'm 24 now and this villian remains, Inside my mother, with treatments the same.
You're taking it easy, one day at a time, Why must this happen to a mother like mine?
Don't Quit, Keep Fighting, to you people say, The smile on your face, always remains.
Through Chemo and Fighting, I'll always be here, Because I am your son, the middle one,dear.
You're brave and courageous, one hell of a fighter, When it's cloudy outside, your smile makes it brighter.
Keep up the good work; your doing a Great Job, And thats why I'm so proud to call you my Mom!
Written By: Lee Helferstay leehelferstay@earthlink.net
