My Son Poem by Pia Andersson

My Son

Rating: 4.8

My son is sleeping
and God is with him
Long legs all over the bed
Big hands on the blanket
not a boy
not a man

How can this happen?
motherhood is a mystery
and a miracle

God is painting a masterpiece
as I am watching

adil Khan 08 October 2007

what a lovely poem.i have no words to describe it.

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Marvin Brato 26 September 2007

Seeing the children grow happy in a good enivronment with our care and love is makes us parents proud and fulfilled! Wonderful pom Pia, high mark.

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Broken Peaces 27 August 2007

Children that are loved are blessed

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Leonard Daranjo 13 July 2007

Pia - Motherhood is indeed a mystery and a miracle and you are watching while God is painting His master piece. Profound feelings of a mother with all the questions and anxieties sublimely expressed. Take care

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Aashish Ameya 15 April 2007

superb, i also wrote one on MOther, read any time...

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Simone Inez Harriman 03 November 2015

This poem touched my heart..... Simone

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James B. Earley 19 February 2010

A poignant instropection my friend!

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Afzal Shauq 18 October 2009

a good tribute and advisory note for son being a good mother..loving mother.. a sweet piece of work with rich idea and impressive expression in shrt form..well done 10/10

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Rommel Filoteo 12 November 2007

Women like you will always be our mother, our teacher and our friend. In short, you always made a difference in our life. I like your poem so much, A great tribute to your son... God bless you always!

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rajagopal haran 28 October 2007

could see a mother in ' My Son'; good poem

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