The Man, My Son

The Man, My Son

You sprang from my loins, a mere seedling;

a breath, a gasp, a sigh of the love I held

for the mother who bore you.

The woman who took me to her

and mixed our DNA until it formed

and grew in her belly.

She nurtured you with herself,

giving you everything you needed

for life.

She bore you then endured the labour

that a mother must.

She fed you from her breast,

an innocent, defenceless babe in arms.

And we nurtured you,

watched each step along the way.

And now I cannot form the words

eloquent enough to tell you

of my pride in the man you have become.

 

14/01/15

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what a proud parent!

lots of feeling in this piece, lots of pride....and you did form the words, very very well.

[Kelly Scheppers]

My only child is in his junior year at college, and I am so proud of the man he has become! I remember you speaking of your son being a better writer than yourself...is he the "James" that you refer to here?

As proud as I am of him, I still see the little boy emerge from time to time...just wonderful, John!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Kelly. I have three children and am proud of them all in their emergence into adulthood. My eldest was married a the weekend and he is a good brother to the other two. This refers to James as he and I have an affinity. Check his writing-He posts as James McFadyen