My Son

Poem By Pia Andersson

My son is sleeping
and God is with him
Long legs all over the bed
Big hands on the blanket
sixteen
not a boy
not a man

How can this happen?
motherhood is a mystery
and a miracle

God is painting a masterpiece
as I am watching

Comments about My Son

This poem touched my heart..... Simone
A poignant instropection my friend!
a good tribute and advisory note for son being a good mother..loving mother.. a sweet piece of work with rich idea and impressive expression in shrt form..well done 10/10
Women like you will always be our mother, our teacher and our friend. In short, you always made a difference in our life. I like your poem so much, A great tribute to your son... God bless you always!
could see a mother in ' My Son'; good poem


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