He was a tiny bundle
Of love in my arms
His sweet clean face
A dear sharp nose
Delicately chiselled lips
Light golden hair
Two eyes a very light
Sky blue
My heart was warm
My soul content
I had a son
An image of the charismatic
The magic flute
resonated my being
He will hold my hand
Take baby steps
Play hide and seek
Learn the alphabet
Listen to my songs
Lisp the nursery rhymes
Climb into my lap
With grubby hands and a smutty face
Laugh in his sleep
Pray with me at the alter
Chase his little sister
Round and round
Eat spoons full of butter
With child like delight
He did all that
And much more, to my delight
Little did I know
I will have to be content
With these handful of memories
And will always yearn
To see if he faired well
In his first game of cricket
Did he fall and skin his knee
Learning to bicycle
Did his heart flutter
When he saw a young damsel
Did he think of me
Burning the midnight oil
My twenty six year old son
Is quite a man now
Successful career person
Skilfull with numbers
Determined to add academic degrees
Like colorful feathers to his cap
My mother's heart
Swells with pride
Deep dowm in my bones
I can sense that despite the distance
He silently loves me!
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