A Beautiful Gift
By: Rose Barbour
It didn’t come wrapped in a
package
With a pretty little bow
But the gift of her son’s recovery
Has set her heart aglow.
So beautiful and fragile
It required special care
One little slip and it may end
Of that, she was aware.
She gently encouraged him
That child she dearly loves
As the hours turned into days
And the days turned into months.
It’s all she ever wanted
To have her boy back home
Her heart is filled with
gratitude
For the strength that he has
shown.
She wasn’t sure he’d make it
Back from the depths of hell
His addiction was killing him
And it was claiming her as well.
The nightmare has ended
At least for today
Living one day at a time
She lets her worries slip away.
This gift of recovery
Brings an amazing feeling of joy
Thank you, God, for giving her
Back her beautiful boy.
They do recover! As of this writing, my son is 8 months into his recovery. A beautiful gift, indeed!