Sons
Don’t be the son that waits till his mother dies before he turns a new leaf.
You knew what she wanted when she was alive. You know what she wants you to be now. You know how much she hurts seeing you do drugs, smoke weed, be lazy, and hurt girls and chase them more.
Yet you immerse yourself more into that life as some sort of punishment to her?
The moment she dies you turn a new leaf. You repent. For who?
For the ghost of her?
I am tired of seeing this play every-time.
Suddenly the thought of marriage appeals to you? Or is it the thought of another woman playing the mom you’ve just lost?
Now when you have her you put her in the same position you kept your mom. Now you go about back to the old ways?
Do you find some satisfaction in having women worry for you?
In shaming your sister, mom and wife?
Is this a revenge to your father but only the women in your life hurt from your rebellion?
Mothers do not live forever. If you know you’ve got one that loves you so, could you please try to make her life easier?
Could you just try to allow her moments of happiness in seeing you on the right path before she goes?
Don’t be that son that waits for his mother to die before he turns a new leaf and become an upright man. It is often sad to watch.
The illustration becomes more powerful after reading the piece than it is at first. You know that he--whoever he may be--won't listen, but you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you didn't try. Still, sometimes you plant the seed and it germinates years later.