Poetry

My son, the sailor!

My son, the sailor!

A thousand times I've asked myself if I have really done,
all that I could for you, my bright and shining son.

My heart cries out for you now that you have gone,
and though I know you will return, the question lingers on.

A kiss, a hug, is all it would take, to turn my heart around,
though you are far away from me, the strings are tightly bound.

The tears I cry for you, you will never see.
The love I feel deep inside for you, is felt only by me.

With every breeze that blows my way, I feel your presence as if it were
yesterday.
Every sad song ever written speaks directly to my soul,
OH, the longing that will not allow this mother's heart to let go.

I behold the sun, the moon, the stars, but nothing calms my distress,
I feel like a mother bird coming back to an empty nest.

My nights are long, and at times it feels as though I'll never sleep,
I fear I have made the wrong decision, and got you into deep.

If this is wrong for you, I am sorrier than you will know,
I only meant the best for you by asking you to go.

I did not know the emotions your absence would engage,
I felt you slipping slowly, being trapped by the coming of age.
I know you are much better and stronger than I see,
but, in my mind you are my little one, reaching out for me.

I had to let go sometime and time went by so fast.
It is hard for to let you go, I keep longing for the past.
But always, always the present comes rushing back on me,
and I know that no matter where you are, how old you are, you will always
be,
My little one, my shining one, my sun across the sea.


contributed by  EMJ  [This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.