~ 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 00Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading... 5 Comments What mother has not felt this way? Wonderful! Loading... Reply Jenn – Thank you – motherhood is incredibly unifying – on so many levels! Loading... Reply HE IS HANDSOME (: Loading... Reply Thank you – much more so when he smiles. 🙂 Loading... Reply Beautiful poem!! As a parent, I wonder too!! Love You! <3 Loading... Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply 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! <3