Almedia Knight Oliver
A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, And Blood (First) - Poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
Her First born that seems so long ago:
Peering into my mind
Look at what I see!
Life-form swimming in sap, and
nourished by condemnation and shame...
A little unnamed baby lay quietly in her
Now what to do with this little stranger
with none other to name him but me? I'm in
Desperate need of on the job training!
Days, weeks, and months were my only teachers.
Son, step into the now, a half century
Oh my! How time flies! Oftentimes,
it's when a son becomes a man that a mother
Realizes the many ways he touches her heart.
As a young man you were filled with so many dreams.
But more than that, you had hopes and aspirations, and
Facing them on your own terms, you attained them...son,
you earned them!
On this special day, I want you to know that,
you don't have to earn my love.
My tissues, bones, and blood, I'm
grateful to you for being a wonderful
son, husband, father, and brother.
Sorry! No do-over-for the first one…yet
without my making mistakes,
you may not have made anything.
Happy Birthday, son!
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