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

Date: 8/29/2018 12:55:00 PM

Gee Carol, Now I have to call my Mom!

Carole Duet
Date: 8/30/2018 12:39:00 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

Date: 10/1/2016 6:12:00 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
Date: 10/2/2016 4:48:00 PM

Yes, Paul, I know fathers do too for sure. Thanks for your comment. I appreciate your point of view,.

Manmath Dalei

Date: 9/20/2016 4:56:00 AM

Very sweet mom and highly blessed son. Well penned Carole. Enjoyed and deeply impressed..........//hugs

Carole Duet
Date: 9/20/2016 5:31:00 PM

Thank you so much.

Agnes Krampe

Date: 9/16/2016 2:58:00 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
Date: 9/17/2016 11:23:00 AM

Thanks, Agnes. It seems like only yesterday that they were small doesn't it?

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 9/15/2016 5:12:00 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
Date: 9/15/2016 7:50:00 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

Date: 9/15/2016 4:19:00 PM

Lovely poem about your son. There is no love greater than a Mother for her child.

Carole Duet
Date: 9/15/2016 7:52:00 PM

So true Brenda. Thanks!

Jan Allison

Date: 9/15/2016 3:54:00 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
Date: 9/15/2016 7:56:00 PM

Yes I understand, Jan. Very true. Thanks for commenting, Jan. Hugs to you too & hang in there