Son

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
mother and child

Submitted: February 26, 2007

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You were so very cross

When first I saw you.

Raising you’re new voice in

 Angry indignation

 

All heard you, your

Objection at being

Taken from your Warm

And tranquil home.

But never had I known such bliss,

Than to touch my skin to yours,

 And caress you with a mothers kiss

Your anger eased as your lungs

Breathed the first of the very

 Air that would see you through

Until your last.

This was a whole new frightening

 World from the one that you had known.

But I made my promise to keep you safe,

Even when you are old and grown.

Time stood still as I became lost in the

Depths of purity that were your eyes

. Innocence gazed at me and I gazed back,

 Innocence that this world had not yet touched.

I watched you grow from that moment on,

And I watch you still, remembering

Every little thing.  Storing in my mind all the

 Chapters of your childhood.

 

For when I am old and you come questioning me

And ask Mum?

I can smile and say I remember those things Son.


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