He used to be
Her little pea
Nurtured lovingly
In every degree
Sprouts came
Hers to claim
Blooms arrived
Excitement thrived
Once a seed
Of special breed
All grown
New peas shown
Ready to leave
It's comfort weave
It's his time
To make a rhyme
Plant his peas
Try not to remiss
Don't worry
He's still your sweet pea
I wrote this poem for parents coping with the separation. I hope they find comfort even in small ways in these simple words. Someday, Ill cross that bridge with my own son. Hear him say 'Mom, I'm getting married.' I'll try to remember this, so I can send him off with all good hopes, love and cheers.
2 comments:
I really love that poem! I have just scanned your blog and WOW you are a GREAT artist on so many levels!!!!
beautiful poem! my sons are both in their late teens, so I really identified with this (with tears, even)
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