The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 1 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 1
The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 1
Life begins...
Mother's eyes searching
For his true essence
Cries are hushed
By lullaby
Her sweet smile
Envelops him
With a soft kiss
Baby's eyes close
Falling asleep
Days turn into weeks...
And weeks into months...
And months into years
Richard Wlodarski (c) 2026
What a beautiful and true depiction of a life of a mother. A brilliant capture of the great bond of a mother and son. Very heartwarming write. Another amazing series, Richard!
2) Rose Marie, it makes me happy that you liked this poem so much that you sent it to your favourites! So very many THANKS!
As always, I'm very happy to read your comments because they really inspire and motivate me. In this case, they show how well I expressed the mother-baby bond which was of great importance to me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/29/2026 11:15:53 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Arn't the last three lines so true! I like how they repeat in the later poems in this series!
Thank you very much for your positive constructive criticism, Rob. I too like the repetition of those lines throughout the series. They are a wake up call reminding us how fast time goes by!