Carole Duet Poet Rhyme

My Boy

Snow falls silently and gently tonight,
  covering his little red bike from sight,
  and freezes the bucket of water he'd pour
  over the dog and onto my clean floor.

A blanket of white covers the yellow race car
  he rode down the hill out of sight and too far.
  I scolded him then, my angel, my boy.
Today the snow hides his favorite toy.

And with each crystal flake my heart feels a chill,
  remembering him there at the top of the hill.
I put on his earmuffs to protect tiny ears
  being a mother in those tender years.

Now as my tears roll wet down my face,
  I miss his sweet eyes and soft freckled face.
I miss his small hand in my hand I'd hold
  remembering that day out in the cold.

Where has it gone,
  the time and the years,
  the smiles and the laughter,
  the giggles and tears?

I wait by the phone now,
  hoping he'll call
  and say,
  "Hi Mom, it's your favorite son, Paul."



By:  Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright:  Feb. 13, 2008
"All Rights Reserved"

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Jerry T Curtis August 29, 2018 at 12:55 PM Gee Carol, Now I have to call my Mom! Carole Duet August 30, 2018 at 12:39 AM Yes, call your Mom, Jerry. It means so much to hear from one's child after they are grown and gone from home. Just to hear their voice is such a blessing. Thanks for reading. Carole

Paul Callus October 1, 2016 at 6:12 PM Hi Carole, I am sure many are those who can relate to this poem! Mothers miss their children once they move out, but fathers miss their children, too, although they might not show it outwardly! Regards // paul Carole Duet October 2, 2016 at 4:48 PM Yes, Paul, I know fathers do too for sure. Thanks for your comment. I appreciate your point of view,.

Manmath Dalei September 20, 2016 at 4:56 AM Very sweet mom and highly blessed son. Well penned Carole. Enjoyed and deeply impressed..........//hugs Carole Duet September 20, 2016 at 5:31 PM Thank you so much.

Agnes Krampe September 16, 2016 at 2:58 PM Carole, I can relate. My daughter has moved out but calls me frequently; my son will leave next year and I know I won't hear from him very often. I am glad they grow up and live their lives, but there is also sadness. You captured that beautifully in your poem. Agnes Carole Duet September 17, 2016 at 11:23 AM Thanks, Agnes. It seems like only yesterday that they were small doesn't it?

Connie Marcum Wong September 15, 2016 at 5:12 PM Carole, I have three daughters that call me almost daily and sometimes even more. My only son calls once in a blue moon and I miss him. When he does call we speak for an hour or longer catching up. I can relate to the sadness of your poem when children spread their wings and fly away. This poem is so moving and lovely! ; ) 7 Carole Duet September 15, 2016 at 7:50 PM Thank you Connie. You know what they say, "A daughter is a daughter all her life. A son is a son til he gets a wife." Ad I say, "Truer words were never spoken."

Brenda Mcgrath September 15, 2016 at 4:19 PM Lovely poem about your son. There is no love greater than a Mother for her child. Carole Duet September 15, 2016 at 7:52 PM So true Brenda. Thanks!

Jan Allison September 15, 2016 at 3:54 PM I can relate so much Carole my son is flying the nest - didn't contact me for a week - they forget how we will worry no matter how near or fat they are always in our heart and mind:-) hugs Jan xx Carole Duet September 15, 2016 at 7:56 PM Yes I understand, Jan. Very true. Thanks for commenting, Jan. Hugs to you too & hang in there

Tahira Parveen September 15, 2016 at 3:37 PM Beautiful ,Good one Carole Carole Duet September 15, 2016 at 7:58 PM Thank you so much, Tahira.

Sara Chansarkar September 15, 2016 at 3:05 PM Nothing can match the pain and joy being a mother brings.Lovely one Carole! Carole Duet September 15, 2016 at 8:00 PM Thanks, Sara. So true.

Daniel Turner September 15, 2016 at 3:01 PM Beautiful, Carole but ending so sadly. They certainly grow up fast, that is for sure. Really loved the read. Carole Duet September 15, 2016 at 8:03 PM Thank you, Daniel, my sweet friend. That is so true.