Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Friday, April 1, 2011

Home Again

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.

31 comments:

  1. Aww. Proud momma. Very sweet.

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  2. I gave my boys an extra hug this morning :)

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  3. This post breaks my heart just a little. I'm not ready to let go just yet. Thankfully I have some time...

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  4. aww...i hear the heart of a proud mom in this one...big smiles.

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  5. 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!

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  6. 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.

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  7. 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! xox

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  8. 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.

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  9. Sometimes I feel this way about our T., and he's not even 10 years old yet. (But he's counting down the days!)

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  10. makes me miss my son (who is only gone to school for the day)
    and
    makes me miss my mom (who is gone on ahead)

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  11. Thank you, Belinda. I am so proud.

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  12. Molly, I don't think we are ever ready.....

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  13. Thank you, Brian. I don't hide it well :-)

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  14. Caroline, I didn't understand this till my son grew up . We are always our parents babies as long as they live :)

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  15. Colleen, enjoy the moments as much as you can. I remember my little boy playing with Legos and now he is all grown up.....

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  16. That's true,Tessa. It is amazing to see them become who they are meant to be. Xox

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  17. Juliana,my little one is ten years old and I am trying to hang on to every minute...

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  18. Brook, when he comes home give him a big hug and again I am sorry for your loss.

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  19. Home again: best place to visit!

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  20. No place like home, Melissa :)

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  21. 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.

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  22. 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!!

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  23. Thank you,Denise. Happy Birthday to your son :)

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  24. Shawna, thank you. Your son will- he will.

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  25. He's home! How wonderful! Enjoy your time with your son. Your words swell with the love and pride you so obviously feel. :)

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  26. Thank you, Mel. He came home for the weekend, and now he left.....I miss him already.

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  27. What a wonderful way with words you have! I can see the scene unfolding before my eyes, and yes, they are a little misty.

    Namaste..........cj

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  28. Thank you, Claudia.
    Nice to see you again.

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