A Son to His Mother – Challenge 3 (For Chris)

A Son to His Mother

by Anne Sikes

 

I remember well when you were born

… an ordinary day.

I set out for the hospital

I didn’t expect to stay.

Before the helicopter ride,

The pains had well begun.

Three hours later, in my arms

I held my newborn son.

When I heard the words the nurse had said…

“It’s a boy!”, I cried.

The pregnancy had been difficult

I think a twin had died.

I held your hand throughout the years

And watched you grow so tall.

We had our battles now and then,

But we survived them all.

And now that I am older, Son,

It’s you who comforts me,

At times when life clouds up my view,

You help me clearly see.

As you have grown, and gone your way,

There is no prouder Mom.

There is no finer man to me,

Than the man that you’ve become.