Poem for Mothers: Forever Blessed by That Kid

Copyright 2012 Kelley Ward

Once there was a lady… she was a painter, teacher, and author.

Then….she had a baby boy. How she loved her baby boy.

As soon as she found out she was expecting she painted the nursery, bought children’s books, and wrote songs for her new child.

When her baby was born she held him in her arms and promised him she would be there.

Every day the boy would wake her up in the morning and ask her to make him breakfast. She would make him oatmeal with berries.

While he ate his oatmeal she would read him stories. They would play peek-a-boo on the couch together. His smile brightened the room.

She took him to the grocery store. Strangers would smile at her boy and he would smile back.

Her boy extended her world more than she could have ever imagined. He had two big dimples and hair that was naturally spiked. Most of those days were filled with laughter and joy.

He would climb onto his Momma’s lap as she read him books, tickled his tummy, and played the guitar.

And when he was tired he would rub his eyes and she would pick him up.

She would rock him to sleep and he loved his Momma and his Momma loved him. Momma and the boy were happy, very happy.

But as time went by the boy grew up.

He started to go to school and Momma missed the boy.

As the boy learned to read the old children’s books became dusty. Momma missed reading to him.

As the boy grew he asked his Momma for money so he could take art classes. Momma gave him the money and took him to the classes.

As the boy learned to create art from another lady, Momma waited for him in the car. Momma loved her boy…and the boy loved his Momma.

The boy grew older he started to get phone calls from girls. Momma was happy because he was happy but she missed her boy.

Then in the blink of an eye he was gone. He was off to discover who he wanted to be. The boy was happy and so was Momma.

The boy stayed away for a long time…and Momma grew lonely for the boy.

One day the boy came home to surprise Momma and she said, “Come in boy I’ll make you oatmeal and berries and you can tell me about your life.”

He said, “Momma I can only stay a while I’m off to visit my girlfriend’s parents. I’m gonna ask her to be my wife".

In a flash he was gone…but Momma was happy because he was happy.

And so the boy grew into a man and got married….and Momma watched. The man was happy and so was Momma. The man was busy with his new job and wife.

Momma called but he didn’t have much time to talk. Momma missed her boy but she knew this was right. He was now a man with his own life. Momma was happy because he was happy.

The man had his own boy, wife, and job… Momma became less and less a part of his life. The man loved his Momma but there wasn't much time to see her in his busy life.

When Momma grew old and became ill the man sat by her side.

He said, “Momma why did you give up your art, work, and music when I came into your life?”

His Momma said, “Son I never gave up my art, work, or music when you came into my life. You my boy were the art, work, and music of my life. When you left I didn't have the desire to go back to art, work, and music because being your Momma was the real work of my life”.

The man began to cry he missed the time he had with his Momma when he was a young boy.

His Momma said, “Please Son, don’t feel sad. When you came into my life you extended my world with your smile and your joy. All those years I got to watch you grow. I learned as much from you as you learned from me".

And so the boy hugged his Momma and told her he loved her and appreciated everything she did. His Momma drifted off to sleep knowing she was forever blessed by that kid.

Copyright 2012 Kelley Ward

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