(http://www.photoshopnerds.com/)And amidst the pain I hear your cry
Rising louder as the time goes by
And my heart fills with immeasurable joy!
Crawling along on all fours
There you are on the floor
And as the table looms near
You hold on and rise up without fear
The pride in my eyes shining through
I watch as you take the first step and two.
Oh there you are running in circles
As you talk on, I can almost hear
Your brain going whirr whirr whirr
And then in your hurry to get to me, you fall
And even as I reach out, you rise up again
Brushing off the dust in nonchalance!
No time for me I can see
You are now off chasing your destiny
To rise high up the ladder is your goal
And in this race I am but a blur
Go my boy rise up high, stand up straight
And reach new heights
And as I look on with a heart full of pride
Let me see you conquer your destiny!
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This week's writers island prompt is Rising and Destiny. Read other islanders and their lovely takes on the topic.
21 comments:
This was heartwarming; captured the joy of motherhood, watching your son grow and move toward his potential. So sweet!
Beuatifully written.
This piece is endearing. There is sincerity in the voice of a nurturing mother watching her son's growing up years and eventually letting him go to reach his life's heights.
I wish you and your son well.
~ Jeques
The memories and wishes of every parent.
A lovely blessing and wishing for your boy. Love the photo - what a grin that is!
preethi... I think one relation we value the most in our life is that between parents and offsprings..unfortunately some of us really take for granted...
What a beautiful piece.
Its really nice :-)
AWWWWWWWWW That was cute! The pride in Mum's voice is so evident throughout the poem!
May you both be happy in your destiny!
beautiful.. what a gift our children are.. thank you for reminding me..
I have one word - WOW!
The little ones are so adorable when they start to walk. They just don't give up, do they? This took me back to when my son was little!
This made me cry.
wow!!!
Only a mother can write like this.
get going
it is hard to keep up with them- rising and growing as much as they do . .lovely.
As mothers know the forgetfulness of pain and the joy of pride. We are but bystanders.
Very moving. I have three boys and watching them leave me is hard but oh so sweet. We know that they will always be our babies in our hearts.
Watch closely for they are gone in a moment.
Your poem reminded of a song by Joni Mitchell. "The Circle Game".
Well done.
love-bd
hey this was lovely...
enjoying ure vacation? :)
Thanks for all your comments.
Suma I am having a fun vacation :) will be back to blogging soon I hope!
wow!
did you write this?
just wonderful..what more to say..fun vacation great..bring back more posts..lol
TC
CU
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