My Son Is Born Out Of Me - (Birthday Poem For My Son - Advocate Moses Pinto) Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto

My son is born out of me,
he is my own flesh and blood
he was born when I was young
now I am double his age
yet he displays my exuberance in him
it makes me feel I am re-living my past.

My son was born out of me
just as other sons are born out of
their mothers' wombs;
other mothers must be having more sons than me
but I decided to have only one child;
yet he loves and cares for us
just as much we cared for him when he was small;
it makes us feel so blessed and rewarded.

My son was born out of me
I have educated him with my own ideologies;
he will follow the principles I have taught him
he will follow the pathway I have shown him;
but halfway through his life he will carve
his own prospective future
and move with his own doctrine and dreams;
yet he will walk with all my legacies
he will walk with the same generosity of understanding
that I uphold and cherish.

My son is born out of me
he will never feel intimidated or discouraged
he will never lose his devotion to truth
he will always hold high the baton of justice
he will gift righteousness to those who deserve it
he will be a true reflection of me in all his virtues
his tolerance will display the pillars of his patience
his agility of perception will tower his decisions.

My son was born out of me
he has always been there for his parents
his care and reciprocation to them has been wondrous
their journey of life they have spent in togetherness
but his journey of life will be full of our memories;
he will remember me most at every step of his life
as I was the mother who guided him
to keep God within his heart and a pledge that respect
for self-esteem and self-dignity will always be supreme
he will always maintain and sustain it
no matter how strong was the wind of disputes
or how tough was the storm of challenges.

My son was born out of me
he will venture ahead alone when I die,
in that desert of loneliness he will travel cautiously
his endeavors will keep him busy;
but he will never feel unloved
as I have bequeathed to him
not only days full of sunshine while I lived
but as a mother I have bequeathed to him
arms full of care and affecton
that he will always feel empowered
with all my legacies;
and though he will sleep in peace or anxiety,
fortune and prosperity will never leave his hand
and that hand he will always know is mine
no matter how far is my soul or how far is my motherhood.