~ I wonder what my son will think When he is old and gray Will he remember fiends from night Or the sunshine from his days ~ I did what every parent wants To raise strong and healthy kids I am so afraid my labor’s lost When I see him on the skids ~ Silly now, or so it seems That imaginary age When child puts away childish things To turn the adult-like page ~ But there are days I get a peek And see the son I wrought He takes this life as serious lesson That magically can be taught ~ Now most days I get a peek Of the smile I used to coax I know there’s sunshine in his heart As it issues from his throat ~ It remains a joy to relax and bask In these times I want to hold But I should know as well as another Nothing stays that’s gold ~ So I wonder what he will think When I am old and gray Will he remember terrorist nights Or his sunny fields of play ~ I wonder too if he will see The chimera, remora-like pain Riding his parents’ loving hearts In that symbiotic train 0.000000 0.000000 Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related 5 Comments What mother has not felt this way? Wonderful! Reply Jenn – Thank you – motherhood is incredibly unifying – on so many levels! Reply HE IS HANDSOME (: Reply Thank you – much more so when he smiles. 🙂 Reply Beautiful poem!! As a parent, I wonder too!! Love You! ❤ Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: Your Sister MineNext Next post: My Son: In His Own Sweet Way
What mother has not felt this way? Wonderful!
Jenn – Thank you – motherhood is incredibly unifying – on so many levels!
HE IS HANDSOME (:
Thank you – much more so when he smiles. 🙂
Beautiful poem!! As a parent, I wonder too!! Love You! ❤