My little dude

Not sure how I feel right now,
Because this is kinda weird.
So I find solace in simple words,
And perhaps some cans of beer.

For anyone that knows my story,
And only those who know my truth.
You may realise why I am struggling,
And I don't know what to do.

There is no easy way to broach this,
And no place that I can hide,
But! just what are you supposed to do
When your boys mother has died?

As you some may already know,
He is not born of my blood,
But he is my son with heart and soul,
Can this be understood?

He's not seen his mum since he was tiny.
His brothers and sisters scattered to the wind,
But I guess within this sadness.
He reunites with Kin.

We tried to keep in contact,
But the selfish seldom change their ways.
So brothers and sisters born as blood
Quickly slipped away.

Tomorrow siblings come together at last
And I know that I must play my part
But it's best I blend into the shadows I think
And to quiet my beating heart.

So much for them to discuss and mourn.
So many stories must be told.
I just hope that they unite together
And form a strong bond that will hold.

Regardless of how things unfold,
And of all that will remain undone.
With all the love I hold in my heart,
You will always be my son.