Good morning son.
There has never been a day like this day.
May you face it gladly, come what may
We mortals make many things from clay,
But only God Almighty can make a day;
The same God who made the mana.
So, my dear son.
Let the sunlight shine upon your soul,
As the wind of God blows away those
Dark and dreary clouds of grey.
Love you,
Dad
You Remind Me of My Son
Right this way, if you please, kind sir.
His Majesty will see you now.
Listen close as he tells you how
Productive your deeds really were
Now all is said and done.
“Your parents taught you about me,
And you have loved me ever since.
Others followed to penitence.
The love you shared is your best deed.
You remind me of my son.
You sought to know me as the cure
In a church hymn or in my book.
Blessed are they with eyes to look
For beauty as my signature,
The world my inspiration.
You took your place as last in line.
You gave until you’d given all,
And that is the gist of my call.
Blessed are the poor ones, for thine
Is the kingdom of my son.
The way you treated all you met
With kindness and humility
Produced fruit in great quantity,
Multiplying fish in the net –
That reminds me of my son.
Yes, do come in, believing child,
You have done well as a steward,
And now I will give your reward,”
He welcomed me in as he smiled.
“Look who’s finally here, Son!”
The rooms are quiet, the hallway still,
A heavy silence on the sill.
The shoes that cluttered up the floor
Are gone beyond the front-end door.
The nest is empty, wide, and bare,
But memories linger everywhere.
My heart is caught in bittersweet,
Where pride and longing softly meet.
I watch you step into the light,
And spread your wings for steady flight.
You’ve reached the goals you set to find,
With brilliant strength and gentle mind.
I hold my breath, so proud to see
The incredible soul you grew to be.
Yet in the quiet of the night,
I miss the laugh that made things bright.
A mother’s love is bound and tied
To every step you take outside,
A fierce, unchanging, endless bond,
That stretches out and far beyond.
Go chase the stars, go claim your day,
I’ll love you from a house away.
And though the emptiness is deep,
It’s promises of you I keep.
I’ve a son who once lived in Manhattan
Against all storms the hatches he’d batten
Mamdani came to power
My son’s resilience soured
Mamdani's hatches he boldly spat on
No one tells you how much your life will change
when a loved one is ripped from your life suddenly
It begins as surviving minute by minute,
then changes to day by day, just learning to exist
with a hole in your life that used to be alive and vibrant
but there are times that stop you in your tracks,
when memories hit and flood you with feelings
that overwhelm you, and you have to handle them
so that you can function and you wish for the numbness
that you experienced right after he died
Numbness is no way to live, but overwhelm isn't
much fun either, and it comes often these days
When someone asks me what is wrong, the answer
is "I Miss My Son" and life is very hard without him!
Alone with you before you breathed, I faced the world in fear,
but every kick beneath my ribs said, Mommy, I am here.
He walked away from both of us, a choice he can't undo,
so I became the strength he lacked and poured it into you.
Now sixteen years have carved you into someone brave and true,
a man who proves that love can build what absence never knew.
Your father left an empty space he never tried to fill,
but you became the man who rose from all that he left still.
Early morning
on summer days
he throws on his gear
and heads down the road
wind in his hair
and an adventure in his heart
ready to explore
whatever comes his way
the new bike path
freshly paved
aligning with interstate 75
or a lengthy ride through Graceland cemetery
under the big four bridge
looking for wildlife as he goes
his destination unknown
set sail paper boats
through rippled water they float
crimson at sunset
new “cool” expression:
bombing down the hills
on skateboards.
Apparently,
it’s a boy thing
and something
that to me
just sounds scary
and dangerous.
I’m on a slow
sleigh ride into
middle age and
hot, sweaty
menopause.
Damn
On a serene full moon night in January
With sprinkling stars in the clear sky
I held you in my arms with gratitude and joy
Now my baby, as the years have passed
You have become a guardian for us all
You are very special and I want you to know
That you are loved beyond your imagination
Just as the very first day you came to me
You are still a great gift my adorable son
Heart of gold,
Compassion marked with streaks of bold
Strong yet gentle
Like the sea
Licking wounds and lapping shores
Soothing burns of violent force
Healing aiding with recourse
My deep well to draw from
Substantial source
My stoic knight in shining armor
My inspiration and reminder
That whatever will be,
Just let it be
I do this for you, my Son,
And by way of that,
Also me
I closed my eyes for a second
The next thing I know, you are a man.
I can remember from day one.
When the journey began
I ask How did you grow so fast.
It's so hard to remember the past.
From baby, to teenager, to man
You are now living your dream.
You are now a family man.
All along, you had that special plan.
You now have your own sons and wife.
Inside, I knew you always had that special drive.
Deep down, I know your time has finally arrived.
I always knew what kind of man you would become.
I never had any doubt about you in my life.
I guess to this day I will always.
Ask myself how you ever grew up so fast.
My son
My son
Thought provoker
Fire stoker
A sense of humor
But not a joker
Reasonably logical
Justly Fair
Not really prodigal
Nor willing to share
More so a barterer
So, what do you bear?
A mother's heart, a heavy load
My first child, my love abode.
The years went by, and you grew tall
Now, the thought of life without you, I must face it all
I remember laughter, tears, and every stage
From tiny hands to a strong, brave man's page
Your smile, your voice, your eyes so bright
Forever in my heart, a beaming light
The weight of what's to come, it presses down
A timeless grief,a heart that's torn
I'll hold on tight to every moment we share
And cherish every breath, every glance, every care
From dreams of your smilling face, I wake. Now tears fall, and my heart can't hide the ache
The pain of losing you, it's hard to bear
A loss that's coming, a grief so rare
Though it's hard to let go, I'll find a way
To hold tight to these memories, night and day
For in my heart, you'll forever stay
My son, my love, my forever memory
Letter to my son
Son
there is a reason why life is fair
Despite the other colours in life
Yet life only chose to be fair
So do yourself no harm
Have the balls and courage
to be who you want to be
There is no better way
So Stay out of troubles
cos the street got no love son
I tell you no lie
Cos I have been there before
Don’t call a night when the day is on
Don’t point fingers when your eyes are dirty
But protect yourself from every attack
Revenge if necessary
Be aware of illusion and manipulation
Be honest and royal but not a fool
Remember life is fair not red
So work hard for your self
Be somebody son
Be humble but be sensitive
Trust everyone to be who they are
Trust a snake to be a snake
Trust a lion to be a lion
Don’t sleep and dream only
Go out chase them
I repeat again be somebody son
You will succeed yes I bless yours days
God will always guide and protect you out there in a cold world
Your destiny is in your hands
God bless you son
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