My son

My son is sleeping
and God is with him
Long legs all over the bed
Big hands on the blanket
sixteen
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
Read 886 times
Written on 2006-04-19 at 22:15

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email
dott Print text


Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Pia

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

loadsaluv esti
2006-04-26


Morpheus
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
2006-04-24


Troll
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.
2006-04-23


Dave Glavin
The biggest blessing of God is a child.Great poem.:)
peace,dave
2006-04-20


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
a bewautiful erite pia well done
2006-04-19