My Son

My Son

A Mother’s love toward her son

A connection of love

That flows like a river

Between two tender hearts.

Underneath language,

Underneath the aging of the boy to a man.

Still a small child in the eyes of a mother,

Wanting to hold and protect him

as he is faced with the duties of a man.

But letting go is required of the mother

to allow his heart to be ready

to face the trials of being a man.

The protection is let go of

Though it rips the heart in two

The mother knows

Deep in her soul

that there is no way

to protect his tender heart

from the world he must face.

Loving at a distance

Supporting with a look

A comforting word

or a gentle touch

is all that is left

when a boy

becomes  a man.

   ~Lori

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