You are home son tired
You sprawl across,
fitting your legs out spread
sleep makes you less cross......
peace has your features stolen..,
your cheeks hollowed out
tell me of your scant meals taken
your chin squared in determination.....
Dare me to criticize,
your stubble is in-kept
or so it is to my eyes
for it is untrimmed left.....
records and observations
submitted and done with....
long into night sessions
shirt crumpled down the width;
tells most of the work,
was done across the hostel bed
Did you hasty catch the last bus back?
I smile and turn away trifle glad
Glad to cook and feed....
My love, do you even realize
How for your presence I greed?
leaving go of you is only wise........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A remarkable heartwarmin poem from momma to sonny!