Seasons

 Seasons...


The season is changing you can feel it in the air

along with it the birth of a new year...

I sit here with a coffee mug in my hand

wishing life little secrets I could understand...

I think of how my son is no longer a boy

his kisses and hugs still bring me such joy...

I am told the day when he changes isn't faraway

it's love I taught him each and every day...

soon he'll go off to school of some sort

he'll play Ball...football is his favorite sport...

then he'll call me and tell me he wants to take a wife

how it changes these seasons of life...

I wonder to myself will he still kiss my cheek

and will he have to find the time to speak...

he's my blessing and knows he's my heart

how will I deal with it when we must part...

Little boy now fast becoming a man

I pray that he grows up to understand...

to give you birth and raise you alone

within me forever my heart is your home...

You will be sixteen years old in but a minute it would seem

life will change for you and I, the best Mother/ Son team...

I Love You... I'll love you more with each breath I take

but grow you must... you have a new season to make!

 

Reviews

[Raul Moreno]

Nice work Hanan, the seasons take shape like a cloud in the Oklahoma sky. I noticed on line 4 you must of meant life's little secrets. Thanks for the comment...Raul

[smiley:)]

This is a enticing and marvelously written poem, the love that seems to pour out of you. I hope your son appreciate's you with all his heart...
~Smiley :)

p.s. is he cute? Lolz... Just joking...

[Michael X]

A most loving, embracing and beautifulyl spoken work of heart hannan. your words are touching, sweet, and embracing as only the love of a mother could possess. I loved this, brilliantly done.