Soul On Fire

Freedoms inferno ablaze in your eyes
reflections of a soul on fire
the composition of my existence 
My seventh and final child

My work of art - in abstract theme
for now abridged of what's to come
courage that resides in your heart of a lion
In my pride to know you as son

As your journey begins your sailing ship
I pray your winds not becalmed
nor falter course - a compass fit
for mighty winds as the depth of our bond

When comes the day
My heart has beat it's last
forget no lesson nor moral I gave
they will hold your course till you breathe your last

In purest love without condition
the uncounted cost of every day
no greater gift than to be your mother
for such wealth no money could pay

My beautiful, beautiful boy
I love you more than life
time has no tolerance for a world in strife
use life for the living - not just to survive

What talent of artistry you own
for with your laughter alone
you paint my smile
RADIANT - for you are my child

(For my son who asked me to write him a poem
Just in case I died. He wanted to know what I thought 
Would be most important to say to him should I speak no more)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Lamoureux Avatar
November 21, 2014 at 8:40 AM
This so moved me as I read it again. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Lindley Avatar
August 10, 2014 at 7:52 PM
You have gifted your son with a true gem. I believe he will treasure this gift always. A superb write my friend!!! BBBBRAVOOOO!!!!
Callus Avatar
March 28, 2014 at 4:05 PM
Strong feelings which only a mother can transmit. And good advice to go with it as well. // paul
Carrillo Avatar
March 28, 2014 at 1:56 PM
This is indeed very beautiful. A mother's love is forever until the end. This is a memory that he will forever keep. Thanks for sharing... Lucilla
Trifiatis Avatar
March 28, 2014 at 11:08 AM
Immortal words of worth coming from the depths of the most caring heart: The heart of an adoring mother! What a treasure!!!
Lamoureux Avatar
March 28, 2014 at 7:37 AM
You dreamed him into existance and now the world is a more complete place. This poem is a gift I am sure he will always treasure. The fact that he asked for and you gave him this gift is no small thing. Thanks for sharing it with us. Hugs Rick.
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