Golden Child Poem by Max Reif
Golden Child
To you, mother, I was
a great man
in his boyhood.
Married to someone you'd
realized you could not talk to,
in a domestic prison
in a city you did not know
with a young, dependant child,
how alone you must have felt!
Who would deliver you
but that same, golden son?
He had to be
someone great.
Seeded by your desire,
he believed he was,
and will never feel at peace
until the whole world
sees him the way you did.
one of the most touching poems i've read here. many will relate to it i think, which is a mandate of poets i feel. you've done really well with this piece, max.
really Max this was stunning.. if only all could see the best of us like our mothers and if only we could express our appreciation to our mother like you did. wonderful! HBH
What a touching tribute to your mother. Sometimes I wonder if we are really appreciated for all the hours spent worrying over our children. And then when they turn out to be fine, educated, talented, and wonderful adults - you finally know that all your efforts were not in vain. Wonderful read. LInda
Max, this one simply broke my heart. It expresses so clearly the hopes we all have to return to unconditional love or to find it somewhere, sometime, in our lives. You wrote from the heart and your poem will touch many. Raynette
Great Max, everybody's self-pity dwells........really a masterpiece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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How many mothers and how many sons? Too many I suspect. A well captured and presented piece as always Max.