Baby

I'm their baby,
she gave me birth,
the youngest of four.
born with problems, but
they've fought so hard.

the same rites, privileges,
just like others;
a regular family,
school in the mainstream,
corridors dark,
calipers, calipers to
give me a better life,
community acceptance

they've lead me through so much,
seen me through so much,
given to me a life despite,
always been there
their visions, their plannings

the journey,
a direction,
an opportunity

the last to get his licence,
a crowded bar, a Friday night,
they held their breath.
the last to attend a B&S,
I'm their baby

I'm their baby,
they've holidayed me well,
I've seen the sights,
other opportunities, choices,
opportunities I'd never have

so many opportunities

the richness of being together,
the deepness of understanding

fifty-nine, still their baby, but
what do I owe them?
so much, beyond price,
have I been a good son?

still their baby!

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A beautiful tribute to your mom and dad. They have stood by you through thick and thin. A true testament of their love and devotion. Such a lovely poem dear Richard and I am sure that you are a good son. Anyone who can pen such a loving tribute knows the worth of their parents. Hope you are doing ok. Sending my very best wishes to you.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

I’m sure you’ve been a good son, because you realize the opportunities they gave to you, the help, the guidance, the love, every step of the way…and you have appreciated all of this along the way…. Although you may have had challenges, you were able to overcome them at your pace with your parents help and kindness……and you have made them proud of you….even though you’re still the baby….
Very poignant and personal
Warmly, B