A son without his mother

A son without his mother, is a bird without wings.
Capable of no life goals, or incredible things,
A person without meaning no hope pride or wealth.
The one difference between the broken bond lies within their health,
Yes his heart still beats, and his lungs fill with air,
Each beat is worth nothing, with meaning no longer there,
It's built within each human to walk the path that's chosen,
Now with every step a son's path becomes frozen, 
The one thing left to hope for is that he may have learned,
All qualities a mother taught every moral he may have earned,
Now it's time to walk alone with her teachings in his heart
To pass these down a generation hoping their bond will never part
Watch over me my mother an angel I can't replace,
For when we meet again I see pride etched in your face,
Knowing he lived his remainder trying to make her see,
The amazing job she did when she raised a son like me.