Do you know who I am?
Do you know just who?
I am that other part you see
I am that relation part of you!
I use to wipe your runny nose
I even cleaned your diapers too.
But most of all the joys I remember
was the one I had of loving you.
My blood has run through your veins
from the time of your conception.
My name is also shared with your first
I'm the per in your perfection.
You use to call me once a week
stopped by when you were feeling low.
I've tried to figure out my son
where did all that seem to go?
You never call me anymore
nor do you stop in just to say, 'Hi! '
I know your not that far away
and I know you've had to driven by.
If your out this way stop in and see
just how it is I am.
I'm not getting any younger you know
and your still Mom's favorite little man.
Love Mom XXOO
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Linda. Sad but alas true. I think you have summed up life in general for many parents who would dearly like their offspring to call a little more often. A really good write and thanks for the read. Regards Dave T.