Her First born that seems so long ago: <br /> <br />Peering into my mind <br />Look at what I see! <br />Life-form swimming in sap, and <br />nourished by condemnation and shame... <br /> <br /> <br />A little unnamed baby lay quietly in her <br />arms. <br />Now what to do with this little stranger <br />with none other to name him but me? I'm in <br />Desperate need of on the job training! <br />Days, weeks, and months were my only teachers. <br /> <br />Son, step into the now, a half century <br />Oh my! How time flies! Oftentimes, <br />it's when a son becomes a man that a mother <br />Realizes the many ways he touches her heart. <br /> <br />As a young man you were filled with so many dreams. <br />But more than that, you had hopes and aspirations, and <br />Facing them on your own terms, you attained them...son, <br />you earned them! <br /> <br />On this special day, I want you to know that, <br />you don't have to earn my love. <br />My tissues, bones, and blood, I'm <br />grateful to you for being a wonderful <br />son, husband, father, and brother. <br /> <br />Sorry! No do-over-for the first one…yet <br />without my making mistakes, <br />you may not have made anything. <br /> <br />Happy Birthday, son! <br />February 9,2006<br /><br />Almedia Knight Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mother-s-collection-tissues-bones-and-blood-first/
