To Andy/The Magnificence of Birth

My mother wrote poetry for herself. I came across it and it inspired me to write. Her writing was lost when she died and her property was disposed of by my brother. These two are all thats left.

There are little eyes upon you

And they are watching night and day.

There are little ears that quickly

Take in every word you say.

 

There are little hands all eager

To do everything you do,

And a little boy who's dreaming

Of the day he'll be like you.

 

You're the little fellows idol,

You are the wisest of the wise,

In his little mind about you

No suspicions ever rise.

 

You are setting an example

Every-day in all you do,

For the little boy who's waiting

To grow up to be like you.

___________________________

Hush, he knows me,

What a smile he shows me,

We live at his command

And kiss the gentle hand

Of His Majesty "The Baby".

 

Ladies stand in waiting,

Here comes "The King" make way,

They all stand there debating

What will "His Highness" say!

 

Look, he knows me,

What a smile he shows me,

We live at his command

And kiss the gentle hand

Of His Majesty "The Baby".

Doreen McFadyen 

1926-2003

[Thanks to Jacob for suggesting I post these]

Author's Note

Reviews

[Gee]

Beautiful, brought tears to my eyes. Your mother was most gifted, a family trait.
Hope you are well John

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hi Gee, Am in there fella. I have to thank you for me digging out her remaining two poems. Your mother's death and your writes were so poignant. Many thanks.

[Gee]

It is nice some good came from her passing :))

[Robert Trakofler]

Oh my she was a lovely poet must be genetic! I love her gentle loving voice the sincerity is so strong in her line. This was an awesome share thank you for doing so:)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Robert. She was a far better poet than I shall ever be. I have Jacob to thank for encouraging me to share these.

[Robert Trakofler]

they are gems

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much!

[gram linski]

Two beautiful poems about a mother and her love for her family, a doting father and adorable son, a touching tribute, sir.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you gram. Tis good to have these as together with the photos and memories they flesh her out forever.

[gram linski]

Lost my Mother many years ago, on the cusp of manhood, my big regret is never knowing her as an adult, hear her stories of rocking and rolling down the dance hall with the bad a*s teddy boys, (me Da), cherish whatever memories you've got,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Aye and pity you didn't have them. In saying so they get grainy and distant anyway after so many years. Cheers bro!

[barleygirl]

An extra-special treat! I especially love the first one. I love it when some of my favorite writers post things from their history, especially writing from those long-gone. I have some very precious stories from my family & I've shared some, too. So I can only imagine how precious these are to you, especially since the rest were trashed. The flame of eloquent expression burns on in you! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed they are very special Margie, many thank yous.

[Cherrie L Bill]

How wonderful, thank you for sharing these.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you for reading Cherrie.

[Chris Shaw]

So pleased Jacob suggested you post these two poems that your Mother wrote. Such a terrible shame John, that the others were disposed of. Breaks your heart doesn't it? While poetry is everything to some of us, it means little to others. I can clearly see where your talent comes from. Your Mother's poetry flows so well. Wonderful rhythm and rhyme. Thank you for sharing her talent with us. I can imagine just how precious these are to you.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Chris, Just back from a matinee outdoor performance of Blithe Spirit-summer is in full swing, now of to a barbie! I have digital copies of the hand written originals which means a lot to me. Many thank yous. Hope your weekend it good.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I can see where your gift came from....in the first i see a son mimicking his father...wanting to be just like him...there were qualities in mine i wanted to duplicate, as well...in the second...a mother having premonitions of just how loved her son would be in future...
both poems are so heartfelt and beautifully worded.
thanks for sharing...
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you for suggesting it Jacob and for your kind review.