Boys Grow UP

Growing up to soon??

Boys Grow UP

Mom was working late at night.

The car was not available,

she would walk home.

I was 12 at the time with a paper route,

which took me all around town.

My bike was of a sturdy type.

It had a place for my bag,

which held the papers.

Mother could sit on the rack,

I would give her a ride home,

as she was a tiny thing.

It was late, as I headed to pick up

my mom from work.

The sun was just setting,

as dusk came to the sky

in the summer night.

Mother had to ride side saddle,

due to her skirt.

Off we went to home.

As I rode with great joy

at helping my mom,

I heard whistles and cat calls to my mom.

For a boy of 12 with his mom,

it was time to learn. 

Things of life, men and woman.

Reviews

[Roland Petrov]

The poem has a childish quality to it, and I find that to be appropriate to the story. There are issues of punctuation and spelling, but since I don't know if that's terribly important to you, I'll refrain from any further corrections unless specifically asked. In my case, I actually was an English teacher!

[Willard Wells]

Well I was actually and terrible English student.. Too many schools in the formative years and a brain that has it's own agenda often. I have no problem with suggestions. But as I tell those I help (scary thought), in the end it is there work and it must make them happy.. I am very humbled by the number of pieces of mine that you have read. I knew of your teaching looking at I think your profit.. Both on the similar school program I think..to many.

[Kass]

This was a great story! It showed me the strength of caring for our parents and loving them! And in return they love us! Thank You and good luck!

[Willard Wells]

Thanks Kass for reading. Not one of my better ones, but fun. Sometimes we have to have fun. I appreciate your taking time to read and comment.

[alifeacoustic]

Ah yes, learning that your Mother is actually a person too is a difficult experience for a lad. I remember hearing my mum talk to a friend when I was young about where they used to work and I was stunned that she had a life other than being my mum. I was astounded to find out even worse, that she wasn't born old and in fact had been a teenager herself once. I even looked it up in the library to check she wasn't lying. I just thought a factory made mums and that was that.
Great write Willard. A perfectly painted picture of yesterday.

[Willard Wells]

Thank you so much and especially for the insight to your youth and mum. Your time and comments with regard to my work is greatly appreciated.

[alifeacoustic]

You're very welcome Willard.

[E G TEN]

Hello Will, such a nice warm piece. Very touching I Love Mom she's
Super cool and down to earth. I love how you end it having the boy
Entering his young adulthood life. Super cool this one. Thanks EG

[Willard Wells]

It was one of those old memories that just came to me and seemed to be something to share. I am glad you enjoyed it and I appreciate your taking time to read and comment.

[Insight "MH"]

I had a nice journey through this ride.
You can blame the bike ride and the wind for the whistles ^_^

Insight.

[Willard Wells]

OK, the wind, sure, that it. Thanks for stopping by to view my words and comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, as Jyoti said...confusing and tricky...whistles and cat calls....sometimes we have to grow up faster than we should have to...and we become the one taking care of our parents at an earlier age...being bread winner...

love the bike...reminds me of my first one...my Hawthorne...

[Willard Wells]

Thanks for the kind words and visit Jacob. I had to search a number of picture to find one close to my bicycle at the time. I put many a mile on my old bike.

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

Growing up is a bittersweet experience but for the most parts, its confusing and tricky, for the things that perturbed us so much then now jus makes us laugh.
Beautiful and eloquent piece on growing up!
We all have to and we all do.

[Willard Wells]

Thank you Jyoti for visiting my words and commenting.

[Valentine]

Aren't those memories precious? My mom was tiny also. 5 ft. tall and about 100 lbs. My dad 6 ft, 200 lbs. She had a three wheeled motorized scooter thing and we got to ride with her. Fun memories..thank you...Valentine

[Willard Wells]

My mom was about that same size. Yes to the memories good, bad and ??? Thanks for visiting and commenting.

[A.marie.speaks]

your message here really resonates with me; as my oldest son approaches 9 years. it is a strange kind of struggle as you grow into yourself at that age. a line is drawn in the sand and you step from boy to man, and that is the scariest realization a mother has. loved reading a boys perspective on that moment! thank you.

[Willard Wells]

Thank you for your comments and spending time with my words. Learning as you grow up can be a very scary time with things you are really too young to understand. Some have to grow up to soon as they are in a very dark place within their own homes. Lucky for me I was in a very loving and caring family and no issues beyond what I created as a small boy and young man. Good luck with that son.

[Perkele.7885]

That was an eye opening poem, Mr. Will. I had my paper routes as a young lad as well but, my bikes were never quite so sturdy as to ride two people. I did not have my first male/female incident till my sister's favorite girlfriend took a particular liking to me on a sleepover while my mother was working nights. I woke up the next morning, deflowered so to speak!

[Willard Wells]

I had bought myself a Radio Flyer bicycle at a Western Auto Store. It was a very heavy and strong bike. I may have to try and find a picture to add. Thanks for the visit and comments.