My Dearest Jacob
By mystyblu1
My dearest Jacob, I write this on your tenth birthday, you have only known me as an aunt, the one who sends fabulous gifts, has an ever ready listening ear, always encouraging and suporting, someone to tell how unfair mom and dad have been. I've lied to you all these years for I am not your aunt but your mother. I carried you for nine months terrified of what the future would bring, it was for the best, Jacob, my sister and her husband were able to give you everthing, while I had nothing. I'm so sorry, didn't realize the time we had was so short, if I'd known, we would have been together as mother and son, just wanted to spare your innocence and youth, I was wrong. Looking down at you lying so peaceful in your casket, I wish I could turn back time, hold you in my arms as a mother should, tell you the truth, face to face, but I can't. I dreamed of you last night, got down on my knees, begged your forgiveness, cursed the fates for turning against us, wanting you to know I did love you. You smiled with your wings gently flapping in the wind, opened your heart forgave me, we embraced, finally, as mother and son. My dearest Jacob, I will miss you so. Written December 8th, 2001 © on Dec 08 2001 11:45 AM PST 0 • 1
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