My Son

August 8, 2020

My son

I watched you grow

And I watched you die

I saw you well

And I saw you sick

Then sickness took over

And the well days were rare

I thought you were just sick

But never did I know

You were out of drugs

And you would say

I hurt all over and I can't eat a thing

How would I have known

This was how an addict feels

When they need their drugs

And no money to buy

If you could have made it

For just a little bit longer

Maybe I would have known

Why my son was so sick

But today I'm educated

And know so much more

I vow to this day

To remember my son

As I speak to others

Who live the same way

And promise to help

However I can

To keep you alive

And make you proud again...

In memory of my son

Justin Craig Britton

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