Be quiet; be motionless
For it is approaching
I wish to suppress
These feelings bubbling of
self-contained protests.
He’s mine
From me conceived
I wish to whine
This fare-haired child
but I resign.
Can it be true?
This unstoppable fate
I wish to cling to
My little one
bidding childhood adieu.
Bring back age four
His trucks and tears
I wish for more
Time spent rocking on my hip
pointing at the door.
Be quiet; be motionless
Teenage years approaching
I wish to express
These feelings bubbling of
future teenage parent stress.
(I thought up this poem after noticing the shift in Brian's room at his dad's house. Slowly the dragon pictures are giving way to baseball posters. Toys are being replaced by video games and sports equipment. The teenage years are coming...
SIGH.
How I love this little boy who is not so little anymore.)
Until next time-
C
