My Son Poem by Pia Andersson
My Son
My son is sleeping
and God is with him
Long legs all over the bed
Big hands on the blanket
sixteen
not a boy
not a man
How can this happen?
motherhood is a mystery
and a miracle
God is painting a masterpiece
as I am watching
Pia - Motherhood is indeed a mystery and a miracle and you are watching while God is painting His master piece. Profound feelings of a mother with all the questions and anxieties sublimely expressed. Take care
Seeing the children grow happy in a good enivronment with our care and love is makes us parents proud and fulfilled! Wonderful pom Pia, high mark.
a good tribute and advisory note for son being a good mother..loving mother.. a sweet piece of work with rich idea and impressive expression in shrt form..well done 10/10
Women like you will always be our mother, our teacher and our friend. In short, you always made a difference in our life. I like your poem so much, A great tribute to your son... God bless you always!
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5/2/2024 12:52:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
superb, i also wrote one on MOther, read any time...