I look back over the years gone by, My son is lost I can only ask "Why?" The sweet little boy I held in my arms, I was victim to his adorable charms. But that was years ago and the boy is gone, Change has occurred and the Devil won. Sweetness gave way to meanness and shame. Alcohol singed his soul and brought pain. He is immune to rhyme or reason, I am just left with ghosts of past season. My memories cling to the bright loving child, Who had the ability to leave us beguiled. You may be away Jason, but remain in my heart. My prayer for you is that God will impart. The courage to change, the wisdom to acquire, The serenity to accept a standard much higher. Then my son the ghosts of the past will be put to rest. You will be able to know you are truly blessed, God will never forsake you if you don't forsake him. Then you'll find your cup will overflow to the brim. © Carol G Oliver Written especially for a mother whose son is an alcoholic and for the present time lost, lonely and homeless God hear my cry, pay attention to my prayer, I call to you from the ends of the earth, when my heart is without strength. Psalm 61: 1-2