Pia Andersson

My Son - Poem by Pia Andersson

My son is sleeping
and God is with him
Long legs all over the bed
Big hands on the blanket
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

Comments about My Son by Pia Andersson

  • Simone Inez Harriman (11/3/2015 3:03:00 AM)

    This poem touched my heart.....
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  • (2/19/2010 2:52:00 PM)

    A poignant instropection my friend! (Report) Reply

  • (10/18/2009 5:47:00 AM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • (11/12/2007 11:39:00 PM)

    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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  • rajagopal haran (10/28/2007 6:45:00 AM)

    could see a mother in ' My Son'; good poem (Report) Reply

  • (10/8/2007 1:55:00 AM)

    what a lovely poem.i have no words to describe it. (Report) Reply

  • (9/26/2007 11:04:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • (8/27/2007 5:24:00 PM)

    Children that are loved are blessed (Report) Reply

  • (7/13/2007 4:03:00 AM)

    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
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  • (4/15/2007 11:42:00 PM)

    superb, i also wrote one on MOther, read any time... (Report) Reply

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (1/27/2007 3:42:00 AM)

    Pia, beautiful thougt of a mother`dream being ftructified where mother is a sacred force of creativity eternal and womanhood is gradually being defined in its mystic way -syncratised & transcended (Report) Reply

  • Rajaram Ramachandran (1/1/2007 3:17:00 AM)

    The best of God's creation is 'Mother.' If mother is worshiped, it means God is worshiped. (Report) Reply

  • (12/1/2006 5:49:00 PM)

    Every mother knows these feelings, and I suspect, every father does, too. (Report) Reply

  • (11/25/2006 6:26:00 PM)

    Stunning piece of writing. Congratulations, Pia (Report) Reply

  • (11/12/2006 8:08:00 AM)

    It is such a wonderful piece of literature. I want to go on reading it again and again.
    May be, when I will have kids of my own, I wil be able to understand the depth of your poem. I asked my mummy to read it and she loved it.
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  • (11/2/2006 5:08:00 AM)

    reading and re-reading your this gem of a poem leads one to believe that, except mother's love for the child, all other kinds of so called love are just wastes...undeserving of the tag of love.....such poems bear the hallmark of the purity of maternal love...thanks...Pia for the wonderful poem...regards...
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  • (9/2/2006 6:34:00 AM)

    THIS IS A MAGNIFICENT POEM! ! 10. (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (9/1/2006 9:23:00 AM)

    A true picture of a mother's love---Wonderful poem Pia---Melvina (Report) Reply

  • (8/22/2006 2:03:00 PM)

    And, I was wondering why did I miss this poem for such a long time.... The words flows from your heart and your feelings are so transparent here...... Loved each and every word of yours here...... BEAUTIFUL WRITE! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • (8/13/2006 7:33:00 AM)

    This is so good, amazingly beautiful, as a prayer! !
    Well done Pia
    Thankyou for sharing this
    Love duncan X
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 5, 2005

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