A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, And Blood (Second)
Her second born
“Mother You Have A Baby Boy'
Seven pound of flesh lay beneath
her throbbing heart, teardrops
rained down on his light brown hair,
flowing past matching eyes, and
forming a salty pool in
the crease of his neck.
“Put him back in his warm home, only his
brother and me live in that cemetary room!
I swallowed and digested hope and
wrapped my tissues, bones, and blood
in tenderness and nursed the fruit of my womb.
Oh how delightful watching him suckle-feed warm
milk as my heartbeat lulled him to sleep!
“Big Mike” your childhood holds many memorable moments
and Klutziness is one:
“Look mommy, I ripped my pants…I was chasing my friend
down the street'
“Look mommy, I bruised my knee…I was running from a bee”
“Look mommy, the dog was hungry and I was meat”
Son, it seems like yesterday when I held you in my arms,
rocked you to sleep, and not knowing what the future held for us three!
But, look at you now, with all varied drumbeats in your ear,
you chose to ignore most, instead marching by your own,
even dad would say, “he walks right on the edge”
Big Mike, children can’t choose their parents, but
I'm delighted you appreciate the choice I made.
You’re a man now and this is your special day...
two scores and eight- heck who’s keeping score,
enjoy your special day!
You’re like a bottle of vintage wine and I the wine maker.
Now my dear you’re aged...Go! Soar in the distance sky.
Mommy's love clinging to your wings and the winds whispering 'son I love you!
11/29/10 edited.comments maynot correspond to the original version
Happy Birthday, Son
September 25,2006
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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