I, Mother

I often bring my baby flowers, and ponder on what kind of mother I would have been. But I know that I would have been just great, my little boy would have grown up surrounded with love. The beauty of his childhood stolen, I will never see the man he would have been in life. I would have taught him all that I know, but would let him free to fly with his own wings and mind. When he crashed I would always be there, to pick up all the broken pieces and say, " be strong." Yes, I would have been a good mother, to this sweet little boy who never saw the blue sky. ______________________ October 14, 2017 Poetry/Free Verse/I, Mother Copyright Protected, ID 17-9495-43-0 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym. Submitted to the contest, Best Free Verse Oct - Dec, 2017 sponsor, John Hamilton Fourth Place ______________________ Written for the contest, Parenthood sponsor, Silent One Second Place