A boy who faced more than any child should,
A life fraught with pain, fear, and misunderstood.
At just a year old, an overdose so near,
A mother lost, drowning in her own despair.
At two, he watched through glass, his mother in jail,
His cries and screams, oh how they did wail.
Biting his nails, a habit formed from the fear,
Of a world so uncertain, so unclear.
Then at three, a brick to his mother\'s head,
In an ambulance, he rode, filled with dread.
The scars of trauma, etched deep in his soul,
A childhood marred by events beyond control.
At four, a car wreck, a result of DUI,
A life in chaos, no one to rely.
At five, his grandmother, a guiding light,
Raised him with love, through the darkest of night.
At six, custody lost, a mother in prison,
A life derailed, no rhyme or reason.
But today at twelve, a new chapter begins,
In a Christian school, he finds his wings.
He\'s on the honor roll, a shining star,
A life rebuilt from a past so marred.
Prayed with every night, loved every day,
A mother redeemed, finding her way.
Celebrating each milestone, each sober year,
A bond so strong, through pain and tears.
He\'s kind and compassionate, with a heart of gold,
A testament to resilience, a story to be told.
A mother\'s love, a son\'s unfaltering grace,
A journey of healing, in this sacred space.
From brokenness to wholeness, they stand tall,
A testament to love, triumphing over it all. (\"A Testament To Love\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.