My son

My son is sleeping
and God is with him
Long legs all over the bed
Big hands on the blanket
not a boy
not a man

How can this happen?
motherhood is a mystery
and a miracle

God is painting a masterpiece
as I am watching

Poetry by pia
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Written on 2006-04-19 at 22:15

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Esti D-G
Hi Pia

Beautiful ode to the soft feelings of every mum. I know that feeling of pride, protectiveness and love!

loadsaluv esti

How very sweet.. to see the son you love, through the eyes of God. We are always our mothers son, if we are sixteen or two. Wonderful writing...Joel

it is such a mystery, life. i know how it feels to watch them grow up, so wonderful and terrible all at once...

just beautiful.

Dave Glavin
The biggest blessing of God is a child.Great poem.:)

lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
a bewautiful erite pia well done