My thoughts dancing again and again.
My heart longing to see you,
my prayers wishing you home safe.
As I hear the key turn,
I run with my open arms.
My son, now, a grown man
but to me my baby boy.
I watch you with great pride,
time stands still, time is flying.
You touch lives, you lift spirits.
We engage in conversation for hours,
your brown eyes capture my soul.
My arms, my spirit loving you.
So good when you are home.
Aww. Proud momma. Very sweet.ReplyDelete
I gave my boys an extra hug this morning :)ReplyDelete
This post breaks my heart just a little. I'm not ready to let go just yet. Thankfully I have some time...ReplyDelete
aww...i hear the heart of a proud mom in this one...big smiles.ReplyDelete
This is very sweet, and true, Ayala. I don't know from a Mom's perspective yet, but I know how much I LOVE visiting my parents. And, they love to see me, and maybe a little bit more - LJ!ReplyDelete
This almost brings tears to my eyes. It makes me think of the years to come and how I know they are going to go by so fast and how my baby boy all sweet and funny and tumbly will someday be a man, grown and strong, yet still my boy.ReplyDelete
Oh, my heart. Our boys...always babies to us. How amazing it must be to see how they turn out once they are men. WOW! xoxReplyDelete
This is so beautiful. Mine are still small, so I don't need to let them go yet. It's at once scary and wonderful to know that it won't get any easier to do it when they are grown.ReplyDelete
Sometimes I feel this way about our T., and he's not even 10 years old yet. (But he's counting down the days!)ReplyDelete
makes me miss my son (who is only gone to school for the day)ReplyDelete
makes me miss my mom (who is gone on ahead)
Thank you, Belinda. I am so proud.ReplyDelete
Sara, good for you!ReplyDelete
Molly, I don't think we are ever ready.....ReplyDelete
Thank you, Brian. I don't hide it well :-)ReplyDelete
Caroline, I didn't understand this till my son grew up . We are always our parents babies as long as they live :)ReplyDelete
Colleen, enjoy the moments as much as you can. I remember my little boy playing with Legos and now he is all grown up.....ReplyDelete
That's true,Tessa. It is amazing to see them become who they are meant to be. XoxReplyDelete
Thank you, Sasha :)ReplyDelete
Juliana,my little one is ten years old and I am trying to hang on to every minute...ReplyDelete
Brook, when he comes home give him a big hug and again I am sorry for your loss.ReplyDelete
Home again: best place to visit!ReplyDelete
No place like home, Melissa :)ReplyDelete
Your poetry is inspiring, Ayala. And your words about your son strike right through my soul. My son is four today, tomorrow...ugh. Thank you for the reminder that time keeps moving.ReplyDelete
So fast they grow from little boys into beautiful men. Be proud momma, you have done good. I hope that one day my son goes out into the world and then home to share his adventures with me too!!ReplyDelete
Thank you,Denise. Happy Birthday to your son :)ReplyDelete
Shawna, thank you. Your son will- he will.ReplyDelete
He's home! How wonderful! Enjoy your time with your son. Your words swell with the love and pride you so obviously feel. :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Mel. He came home for the weekend, and now he left.....I miss him already.ReplyDelete
What a wonderful way with words you have! I can see the scene unfolding before my eyes, and yes, they are a little misty.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Claudia.ReplyDelete
Nice to see you again.