Boys

Just a poem I wrote from a quick write about my boys

Boys

 

They are sweet, but they lie

They make plans for the future and then drop out of school

They tell you how much they love you and then ignore you for weeks on end

They show promise and then do a complete 180

They get tattoos and new houses and

They grow into productive adults and sabotage it with a hasty marriage

 

But

We love them

We moms know the struggle

We know the struggle to accept the fickleness of our boys

We know the struggle they go through trying to make us proud

We know they struggle trying to be themselves

We know how independent they think they are

 

Even when they can’t make an appointment

Or pay the phone bill

Or make it to payday without a loan

Or boil water

Or prevent their white clothes from turning pink

 

But we love our boys.

Even when we are calling their doctors

And paying their bills

And slipping them a twenty

While making them dinner

And washing their laundry

 

We love our boys

 

Author's Note

Any comments are welcome. I wrote a poem on a whim.

Reviews

[Carol Cashes]

Loved this. I have an adult son who lives across the country so we don't see each other very often. He's terrible at calling...but I learned that children break your heart, that's just what they do. And unlike a lover or a friend, forgiveness is never an issue. A mother's love does not include forgiveness, just acceptance. I loved this, as I'm currently missing my son a lot these past few weeks. Thanks for the good read.

[EHope]

You said it perfectly. "Children break your heart"

I'm trying to fix mine. He sure does like fighting it.

[Jeet]

Thanks for your sharing. Indeed it was beautiful. I somehow relate to the poem, and I guess my mother also feels the same.

[EHope]

Thank you.

[Scriblegraph]

Thank you for sharing. It was beautiful. I can only imagine that is perhaps how my mother feels as well.

[EHope]

Thanks. Hopefully not all moms are as sarcastic, though I bet they have to be to stay sane. :)

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Experience directs our steps and opinions so your sarcasm humorously spills through in this like a mother scolding a child in front of her neighbors. Whether that's the reason you painted boys with a wide brush is your choice, but I've heard enough complaints from women to know you're not lying.

[EHope]

Thanks...I think. :)