How I miss his harsh hair and warm little head
Nestling beneath my chin
(Pon sofa)
All bones and wireyness
Wrapped in baby soft skin
Fidgets and thumps occasionally
Accidentally thrown in
Dreaming
I miss his scent
Now long gone.....
Little thumps
Catching me accidentally
Where we'd nestle to watch Toy Story as he recited all the script
He'd ask for some fridge treat
And I'd happily go get it
Chocolate buttons eyes
Which danced and gazed as he flitted
Through thoughts
Nursery stories
Of how Edward had upset him
How he'd managed to reclaim glory
What happened to my little lad who's umbilicus I dreaded letting go
Releasing my last born
Child
To the world of unbeknown
Where did all the kisses hide that I bestowed upon his soft
Forehead
When on earth did I arrive at the station
All mums dread
Where kisses are but memories
And smiles are sepia placed
Upon cowgirl paper
Only mothers bother to retrace
When did my little mans shoulders finally reach sharp
Masculine form
No longer soft little mounds which exit ed where only I could keep him warm
And the roughage on his cheeks which now reach his big grand toes
Where's all that soft downy
And that chocolate button nose
Where went the legs of Mowgli as he pattered pon sharp sand
And where (this is where I shed a tear)
Where is his delightful little soft hands
I know I only borrowed him for a snippet in time
My only hope and prayer is my lad will do just fine
And one day though its obvious I really need to say
Hope he has a little lad that will come and happily stay
And recite all of toy story just as did his dad
And I can happily reminisce when my son was just a lad xxxxx
A delightful heart felt write of sincere emotion and a mothers love. We all grow so fast and a mothers love is so special and no doubt your love was not only nurturing but a tonic and a love for life.
This was a wonderful read Karen, being the son of a mother who means the world to me, this touched me very deeply as it made me think of memories that have been laying dormant for a long time. For sons everywhere I say thank you.
Oh, where do the years and our children go? They turn from adoring acolytes into the most critical of judges overnight.
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I would like to translate this poem
Oh Karen this is so good! It makes me reminisce on my two that are now grown,1 is 6'4 the other 5' 10 :) Their exquisitely silky soft skin when babes was so beautiful, the baby soft, blonde curly hair...now they are men, and as you say...large toes, square shoulders: 0) ......Such a beautiful poem.....love it.