I saw a little boy with his mother today....
bright-eyed and rosy, playful to intently curious.
I saw a mother with her little boy today....
glowing in her love, laughing to intently vigilant.
For a few stolen moments, I was that mother, you were that little boy
and their joy was ours.
Now the bond has shifted, and I am the one clinging tightly to your hand
holding on to the memory of a time when I was your world and you were mine.
This poem is so sweet and innocent and it is awesome. Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very touching....i rather take this one as your children gone and on there own and the motherness feeling of the past reflecting thru her eyes of others...they all grow up and it does feel odd when they are then on there own and you have little left but memories...lovely Deb...thats way i read this one.. ~^..^