Ocean City 2001

for Jake

He is a sun-bronzed god
reigning in my heart,
with his regulation
golf course hair
and sturdy legs;
winning smile, and
eyes that reflect mine
except that his twinkle.

He stands, indignant and proud,
with all the power his
5 1/2 year old ego can muster.
He is sweet with the affection 
only an innocent heart can bestow.
He is my best work.

My only son.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Makama Avatar
January 23, 2016 at 12:17 PM
Wisdom and arts hug as twins in between your lines. A wonderful 7
Rotman Avatar
September 11, 2015 at 11:32 PM
I feel your pain. I also have three grown daughters. He is the baby at 19. He's still intimidated by girls (with good reason, lol), so I think you're safe, Ralph.
Sergi Avatar
September 6, 2015 at 10:44 AM
A beautiful tribute to your son, Mary and as a father of three grown daughters, tell him to behave himself, (haha)
Tor Avatar
August 28, 2015 at 6:53 PM
Proud mom. A good son.
Allison Avatar
August 28, 2015 at 6:48 PM
I love this tribute Mary and I echo your words my son is the best thing to ever happen in my life:-) hugs jan xx
Allison Avatar
August 29, 2015 at 1:16 AM
Struggling clearing mum's house -I have done a poem about it but one a personal level am doing fabbbbbbb :-) hugs Jan xx
Rotman Avatar
August 28, 2015 at 6:54 PM
Ssh--don't tell my three daughters! How are things at casa Allison?
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