Dear Wayne

These roses won't always be red,
These violets won't always be blue.
This isn't another sappy love poem,
It's actually a message for you. 
I don't know where to start,
or what this message will allow.
But please hear me out Wayne,
Things will be different 8 years from now. 
Mistakes can be really painful, 
You will make them almost everyday.
But mistakes allow you to see reality, And
I promise things will be okay.
Mom is very strict & strong, And
dad will give the daily Lecture too.
They don't do it on purpose,
They do it because they love you. 
You may not listen at all,
or care not one bit.
But that's the reality of growing up, and
soon you will have a go at it. 
It's not you fault your arms were sliced,
Its not your fault they found your knife,
It's not your fault Mom got divorced, or
when Jaidon took his own life.
Its not your fault Things didn't go perfectly.
It's not you fault you went mentally insane.
It's not your fault you were raped.
Everything will heal in time, I promise Wayne. 
You will meet amazing people,
Your commitment will be strong.
When other say life does get better,
I promise those were never wrong. 
I want you to keep your head held high,
I want you to focus on you goals.
I want you to know the world is in your hands, and
all those blessings will fill those empty holes.
Your scars will heal in time, and
you'll meet an amazing man.
Just remember what I told you, 
Things will take time my friend.
At 8:47am on February 1st,
You'll be at the Dunkin in Walley.
You'll be writing a letter to me,
and drinking your French vanilla ice coffee. 
I once heard some someone say,
From their mouth to the air.
"We can't choose where we come from, But
we can choose where we go from there."