My Child (circa 1966)

Lost work and only work of my mother to me

My Child

a poem by Catherine Z. Wells

How quickly you have grown my child.

All gone the days when you were small.

How Quickly time has flown my child.

Summer, Winter, spring and fall

If we could just return my child,

to days, you sat upon my knee.

Oh how my heart doses yearn, my child,

Your dimpled smile again to see.

But you are now a family man,

no longer mine to hold your hand.

You have a different life, my child.

Love her, but keep me in your sight.

It may not always show, my child,

the love I hold so deep within.

But know that it is always there,

will always be, has always been.

Mother

Author's Note

Happiness in finding and sadness in this being the only work I know of my mother doing.

Reviews

[iand63]

Wow, just simply Wow. Beautiful.

[Willard Wells]

I feel very lucky to have found this. Thanks for visiting.

[JayceeC]

I think it's sometimes strange how we later find that this poetry torch has been passed down. This is a stunning piece, and a gift. It's beautiful in its sentiment, but it's also been offended with some thought and much love. Truly a treasure. X Jan

[Willard Wells]

Thank you, my sweet Texas doll. Always glad to see your smile next to your words shining up at me. A smile always crosses my face at that moment. I will have tears forever as I revisit her work. I am very happy you enjoyed her words and she did do good. :)

[JayceeC]

Ahhh, you're too sweet Willard! But I'm glad I can make you smile.

[Roland Petrov]

She wrote a poem for you, and it's not bad at all! Her emotion and her nostalgia shine through.

[Willard Wells]

It was a message that I guess I was meant to get now, so many years later. Like she is still as I believe still watching over me. Thank you so much for reading my mother's words.

[David Scott]

My children are just leaving home... They are and ever will be my children. The joys of loving them are sweetly scented with the sorrows of the space they must be given.
I felt this write Will.

[Willard Wells]

I expect it was written about 50 years ago by my mother and what a great surprise it was for me. Kind of like she is still watching over me. Thanks for the kind words.

[E G TEN]

Hello Will, the greatest love of all is a Mother's Love.
A heartfelt words of poetry is displayed here written
With class and proud she is of you. Very cool Thanks E G

[Willard Wells]

Thank you and I thought it was cool and beyond. Talking to me from her current place.

[alifeacoustic]

A beautiful reminder of what it means to be your Mother. Wonderfully penned, elegant and love filled. No matter that it is the only one, it is the only one that matters. A beautiful minding to have.

[Willard Wells]

Thank you so much for reading and commenting on this work