Oh My! There are no words.
Here is another one she wrote... to Ethan's mom...
Dear Stephanie,
I have calmly and quietly showed my support
For Ethan, your late son.
I havent spoken an ill word towards you
Or your new husband
.or really anyone.
But, as I sit and type this letter
From a mother to a so-called mother -
A single solitary tear slips down my cheek
Followed by two, and then another.
I have not shed a tear for you
But I weep because my heart aches.
I weep for that delicate, tiny child
A TINY CHILD, for heaven sakes.
As I type, my daughter sleeps soundly
And I picture the dreams I have for her-
Will she be a doctor, a dancer , or a mother?
What her plans will be
Im not sure.
But, when I look at her quiet breathing
I know her future is fun and bright.
I know that anything is within her reach
And I will help her reach it with all of my might.
Ive struggled for days to shake this feeling
Because I had never met your child.
But, I just cant stop thinking about that little man
And how much the world now knows his smile.
I realized today why this has a grip on me-
Its because the ultimate betrayal was done.
There is often no greater love than one
Between a mother and a son.
A mother is a protector-
From the world, from hurt, or pain.
Most mothers would give up their whole world for their kids
With nothing expected in return to gain.
But You-You will never pack a lunch for him
You will never clean up his toys.
You will never get to see the mud
That comes with messy little boys.
You will never see his first grade class.
You will never see his baseball teams.
You will never see him graduate college
Or see him work to reach his dreams.
Youll never see him get married
Or hold the children he could have had.
Youll never watch his struggles in life
But, you know what makes me really sad?
I would have, and wish I could have
Protected that child and given him love.
I would have, and wish I could have
Delayed Ethans trip to heaven above.
I would have, and wish I could have
Cradled your son and held him near.
Instead I sat in my own little world
.
As that child cried for help that no one could hear.
I weep not for you- and your long life in jail
In fact, a life in jail would be too nice.
I cry, and I pray for those who loved Ethan
Because they, not you, have to pay the price.
I will calmly, and quietly follow the news
But, my voice, and all the others will be loud-
When its your turn to be in front of the judge
The courthouse will draw a crowd.
I pray you never see the outside of your cell
Except to go to court and hear the judge say
Stephanie, you are a disgrace to this world and every mother-
You will never, EVER, see the light of day.
Signed-
Stephanie
by Stephanie Johnson-Hart