Valsa George

To My Younger Son - Poem by Valsa George

My son, to us, you’re so very special
For reasons not just one or two!
But when you announced your arrival first
At an unexpected time and age-

Was it with joy or fear, still not so sure
That I first felt the faint stirrings of life
Sure, when you barged in more like a late night guest
You gifted us with a mixed pack

After eight months of anxious wait
When you showed up, a little earlier than due
With a clear shriek and a piercing cry
All our fears vanished, all anxiety fled

Like a cute little kitten with eyes shut
You slept peacefully day and night
Refusing to suck your mother’s breast
That again put your mom in severe stress

You never threw any tantrums wild
As all other babies usually do
Pleasantly gentle with a chuckling smile
You were a spring flower, come alive

You readily accepted the cast away stuff;
Broken toys and milk stained bib,
Faded clothes and the little crib,
Used recklessly by your naughty brother

You never gave us any stress or pain
Even in days of adolescent strain
You were ever gentle and ready to mingle
With eyes lit up with a delectable twinkle

You are endowed with a loving heart
When we are glum, you are by our side
Your compassion, care and abiding love
Are truly gifts, God has blessed you with

You know every nook and corner of the house
Where each little thing placed and kept
If something is amiss inside the house
You run with a click and get it in fluke

As you left for studies, miles away
The house looked empty like an abandoned nest
With no more songs in early dawn
Until once you return to give it a tilt

Time will fly and you’ll be grown
An adult, ready to soar into the world
But you are the reason that keeps us young
And give our tired legs an unusual spring

You lit our yesterdays, with hopes for tomorrow
And even after your hairline recedes
Even after you become man and Dad
You remain once and ever our *‘Vava’ dear!

Poet's Notes about The Poem

* Vava is a term of endearment for a baby!

Comments about To My Younger Son by Valsa George

  • Padmanabhan Ananth (1/21/2014 3:35:00 AM)

    Excellent poem, Valsa. Such a sweet set of verses. (Report) Reply

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  • (9/22/2013 10:34:00 AM)

    A very emotional and touching p oem written from the core of the heart, Valsa! Enjoyed! (Report) Reply

  • (9/19/2013 4:33:00 AM)

    Truly any son/ daughter brings joy to parents! They are the fruit of love! (Report) Reply

  • (9/16/2013 7:34:00 AM)

    A genuinely honest write without contrivance or undue sentimentality. A homage, open conversation of love and endearing and unfailing admiration deflecting on all eventual empty nests and new generations. (Report) Reply

  • Ellias Anderson Jr. (9/15/2013 3:17:00 AM)

    This is really natural and fresh! I can taste and smell the words and lines! (Report) Reply

  • Kavya . (9/13/2013 12:02:00 AM)

    a very emotional poem Mam...........a gud write (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (9/12/2013 9:48:00 AM)

    A beautiful write about your very adorable youngest son. It is truly
    wonderful when a mother can speak so highly. Your son would
    be very proud to have read this. A fine tribute this is Valsa. Well
    (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (9/10/2013 8:08:00 PM)

    this is so sweetly written about your son. nice story form. (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (9/10/2013 9:42:00 AM)

    Nice story in the form of poem and depicted conceive to birth as one part, on earth, on lap the other part and finally brought him where life started and you rightly said you become man and Dad You remain once and ever our *‘Vava’ dear! so cycle is completed, there are beautiful lines and this You lit our yesterdays, with hopes for tomorrow very powerful not only here but its wisdom line thank you ma'am you gave us opportunity to read and think about such a lovely poem thank you (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (9/10/2013 4:59:00 AM)

    'You lit our yesterdays, with hopes for tomorrow', wonderful words Valsa. A great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (9/10/2013 2:15:00 AM)

    And give our tired legs an unusual spring - so well put. I believe you have given something truly special to be so fulfilled with your sons love. Great work (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (9/9/2013 3:01:00 PM)

    This very fine tribute to your younger son is well put together. When your youngest
    son made his entrance into the world at an unexpected age and time I am sure it
    was also a trying event for you. But you dear Valsa just like the wonderful Poet that you
    are rose to the occasion. Your son would be most pleased to have such noble words
    addressed to him in the form of a poem. This one made my heart skip a beat. Enjoyed.
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  • Bri Edwards (9/8/2013 4:13:00 PM)

    Sure, when you barged in more like a late night guest
    You gifted us with a mixed pack.............this made me laugh out loud!

    gee, i missed the poet's note and had to look up the word. thanks anyway!

    You were ever gentle and ready to mingle
    With eyes lit up with a delectable twinkle........these are sweet lines.

    you gifted me with bib/crib, but i didn't really miss having rhymes in this poem. it was great without them.

    sorry, valsa, i couldn't find much wrong with this poem. darn! in fact i enjoyed it very much. i sent it to MyPoemList. thanks for sharing. i suppose i'll have to read the one about the elder son now. bri :)
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  • Tribhawan Kaul (9/8/2013 10:00:00 AM)

    This is a wonderful write about your son summing up feeling of a proud mother. May he stay blessed always. (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath Das (9/7/2013 11:46:00 PM)

    Your write is always a source of inspiration to me.your feeling as a mother has been beautifully portrayed here. (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (9/7/2013 2:37:00 PM)

    Wow.. A beautiful poem filled my heart. Yes, Vava remains always a Vava for us, even he has his vava in his hands. Its true for a mom the child never grows, but the child realizes only when he gets married and become a father.Loved the way you have presented.. Loved it very well. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (9/7/2013 11:37:00 AM)

    Dinesh, there is already a poem about my first born.... To My Elder Son! Thanks for your beautiful comment! (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (9/7/2013 11:23:00 AM)

    Only a mother can write like this. The other day I was teaching FATHER TO SON by Elizabeth Jennings and the theme of the father not being able to understand the silence and aloofness of the son living in his house made me feel bad and that father wishing to see his son to go prodigal and then to return really upset me for some time. The poet describes the son as the seed sown by the father on the latter`s land. A nauseating poem it is...
    But here is a mother who has to feel only happy things about her son. Madam Valsa, your younger son is sure to be your spring for many years and I am sure no loved son can let down their great parents.
    Now, please pour your feelings about your elder son whom we may appreciate for being your first VAVA....
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  • (9/7/2013 10:36:00 AM)

    always remains that 'lump of joy' to the mother!

    loved this emotive write, Valsa.
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  • (9/7/2013 8:14:00 AM)

    Heartfelt words ma'am! This is a fabulous poem indeed! Of course, your son would come cheering after the studies! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 9, 2013

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