Tags

, , , , , ,

There is nothing in this world that can equal a mother’s love for her child. The moment you see him and hold him for the first time is magical. You never forget the feel of his ears and the grip of his tiny hands. You guard him fiercely and your heart breaks with love. You know, without a shadow of a doubt, you would give your life to keep him safe and well. This poem was written when my son left home to go to college.

Found on Google+ on Nov. 3, 2014; Philomina Minj

Found on Google+ on Nov. 3, 2014; Philomina Minj.

Last night I sat within your room

And watched you fall asleep.

Your face was like a little boy’s.

Your sheets were in a heap.

It seemed like only yesterday

I saw you learn to walk.

You listened to each word I said

And you began to talk.

The years went by and you were old

Enough to go to school.

You soon learned many ways,

To handle ridicule.

I taught you how to ride a bike;

You taught me how to see

The world through someone else’s eyes.

We felt an ecstasy.

I guess it was because you knew

I loved you as my son,

And you would still remain within

My heart as “number one.”

I know the time is near at hand.

My child will disappear.

My eyes are wet. I feel such pride.

A man will soon appear. 

Yu/stan/kema

Found on Google+ on 3-18-15. Purple lotus. Moyin Chaudhary.

Found on Google+ on 3-18-15. Purple lotus. Moyin Chaudhary.

Advertisements