Bad news travels quickly

Some days are so hard.
Sleep does not come and life weighs heavily.
Reading about others' children makes me think
"What did my mother say when she got the news that I had
MS?" Was she happy my life was cut short?
Was she feeling guilty? We may never know.
I cannot talk to her about anything. For her it is
Always a lecture. Pointing her sharp finger in my chest like
She owns my body and soul.
I just hope she knows that I will die one day.
Walk into the fields of Gold and never come out.
I can take Jaxton's hand and we can go together.
Telling him how much his mom and dad love him.
The time you have left is your son's.