The Gentle OneA Poem by Frances SmartA poem about my sonSweet little boy So gentle, loving, kind Never once did I conceive of you As the one with the temper
That would be your sister, Miss Hell-on-Wheels Not you, my gentle son, The one who absolutely saved me From a nervous breakdown
I can still feel your Chubby little fingers Wrapped around my neck, Patting my cheek, Or playing with my hair
But just now You hit your sister In the nose with a baseball Amd while I can't blame you For being so strongly provoked I have to wonder Where that came from
I would have expected that From the girl who is so much Like her mother But you, my gentle son Have so much Of your father in you
And therein lies the problem The sweet, gentle man Who says devastating things In a fit of rage And then justifies them By saying his feelings were hurt Is now raising you. © 2008 Frances SmartFeatured Review
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Added on August 6, 2008AuthorFrances SmartCharlotte, NCAboutI'm divorced, 46, a ten-year military veteran with two college degrees, one in English education and one in theology. I am the non-custodial parent of two delightful children, and girl and a boy, ages.. more..Writing
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