A Mothers Son

This one I dedicated to my Son Liam x

A Mothers Son

 

Chubby hands, and chubby feet, I just want to eat!  Pleading hands reaching up, so I can carry you down the Street.  That smiley face is such a treat.

Shiny Red cheeks, and teary eyes, sometimes in pain, yet at times in laughter, I catch him as he falls and steady him as he calls.

That precious boy now clings to my leg, looking up with those sad eyes, which sometimes make me want to cry.  I wish I knew why?  But I do deep inside.  We can never turn back the hands of time, but can make things better, and change the lines.

He’s growing bigger by the minute, living life with fighting spirit, on the rocky road you fall, rough and tumble down you stumble, brushing off the muck, thinking how life sucks.  But then again, don’t want to waste time on moment that doesn’t go just fine.

He is sensitive and kind, trying now to make up his own mind.  Mistakes he makes, they right themselves.  Life’s a piece of Cake!  But which bit you choose, to take contributes to its state.

He’s tall and fine now, that Son of mine.  Strong and bold he stands, most of the time he won’t be told. But I wouldn’t want it any other way, because that’s what gets him, through day by day!

Happy Go Lucky! The world is your Oyster.   Go out and grab it!  With both hands and make the wise choices.

 

 

Reviews

[Monica]

This is a wonderful poem...and quite obviously written by a mother :)
I love the way it made me feel...I had many recollections of my sons life while reading this...he is now 15 and so grown up...it makes me happy and breaks my heart at the same time.
I want him to know that "Happy Go Lucky! The world is your Oyster. Go out and grab it! With both hands and make the wise choices."

I really enjoyed your poem. It's well written and emotional to read :)

[Diwakar - "The Warrior ..]

lovely flow of time...................first 8 lines just makes you flow in that emotion of being child and it feels wonderful.......................awesome writing :-)

[Kes]

I really enjoyed this. :) It's so true of life - it passes too fast.
Great work.
K

[Wendy Seames Garner]

Written by a mother, I recognize this! This could carry over and be a grandmother's poem, as well. There is nothing else in the world like being a mother - or a grandmother! Thank you, Ink Angel!