As I'm putting your laundry away
I stop to look around your room.
The hundreds of Hotwheels
parked, as they should be, in their crate.
I can still see you lying on your belly
on the kitchen floor making the best
sound affects ever created by an amateur.
I can't help chuckling to myself
as I sit on your bed
and look at the things you treasure.
Your dads army jacket
proudly on display on your wall
next to the American flag.
Your many necklaces
(only ''cool'' ones)
that could never be mistaken
for a girls.
Then I walk over to your display cabinet.
Your most prized possessions.
I peek in careful not to disturb
the almost museum style set-up you have.
I see your baseball trophies
all surrounding your first (but not last)
home-run ball.
Your unopened packages of Hotwheels
(each representing something I am clueless of) .
Your slingshot and bb guns.
Just as a sadness of your lost youth
starts to wash over me
with the thought of how responsibly
you've arranged all this,
I see a picture of Napoleon Dynomite
smiling back at me
as if to say
''Gosh! Get out of my room! Geez! ''
Even though you may be somewhere
between a man and a little boy...
I still know where to find you.
Very cute! I'm sure Napoleon Dynomite would say you write with 'skill'. Loved the movie... love your poem. Brian
Very nice Mary. I remember when my little boy became too old to hold my hand when we took our walks. Just one of those stages of growth. Fortunately, I have his phone number so I can find him. lol Especially when I have something heavy to move or my computer is acting up. Nice write Mary. Rusty
Delightful write. Memories of made of this. You are a great writer. Love Ernestine XXX
look at the things you treasure, great line........................
Again Mary, this shows the heart of someone who has real persective. 'Just as a sadness of your lost youth starts to wash over me' A lost youth, boys to men too soon.Yes I get this one.Love Duncan
Mary, I think your family is very lucky, you're written such a lovely history of the family heart!
Lucky little guy to have a mommy - excuse me, I meant MOM, like you. This touched me deeply, because I also have a son who is now away from home. How I miss those 'boy' things....love ya, Scarlett
Flawless imagery and emotion. It brought tears to my eyes and the fervent wish that, should I have children, I'll be even half the mother you are, Mary. An ageless poem that speaks to every woman's heart I am sure. Thank you for this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So heart felt Mary. I recall when my son was there. Now married but he still is my baby boy and he knows it. Patricia