A Mother's Pride

A new poem, about my sons.

My little boys

Have grown to men:

How did the time

Pass away so soon?

 

My little boys

Are children no more;

What does their future

Have in store?

 

My little boys

Will succeed;

We've given them

The tools they need.

 

My little boys,

All grown up now,

Grown tall, and older,

Anyhow.

 

My mother's pride

Will never end,

Since my sons

Have become my friends.

Reviews

[Silmara McGarry]

Really sweet indeed. The emotions can be felt in each word. The flow is soft and gentle.
Beautiful poem from a mothers heart to her sons. I am sure they were so proud.
Wonderful!

:-)))

[Debbie Barry]

Thank you, Silmara. That's a lovely review, and I appreciate your comments. They're good boys, and are becoming men.

[Silmara McGarry]

You are most welcome, dear!
Thanks God to that ;-)

[Diane]

I love this one and it is sweet.

[Debbie Barry]

Thanks,Diane!

[Mrudula Rani]

Children grow very fast, and before you know they are adults and the wonderful relationship you have with your Sons shows what a great mom you are! They appreciate being your friends too.

[Debbie Barry]

Thank you, Mrudula! I appreciate your kind words, my friend.

[Mrudula Rani]

You are welcome my friend.

[Sami Khalil]

Your pride and joy indeed. May God keep them close and in His loving care as yours.

[Debbie Barry]

Thank you, Sami! Amen to your prayer. Thank you for reading my poem, and leaving a sweet review.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.

[Mirror]

Now you brought tears of love in my eyes... I love babies. And this boys are angelic. They are so cute. I love the eldest's smile. You are so blessed.

[Debbie Barry]

Thank you, my dear. Yes, I have been greatly blessed.

My son have lived away from me, with their father, for over three years, but we are still close. They often call just to chatter about the things they're thinking and doing, running from one thing to another for an hour or three at at atime, so I'm kept up with their lives.

I'm very pleased that you enjoyed the poem!

[Mirror]

Very much welcome, Debbie.

[Samuel Dickens]

Sweet and familiar, as most parents know. There's great risk involved in having children but also great reward. My oldest son is 48 and I still think of him as my boy.

[Debbie Barry]

Your son and I are of an age. Yes, I alwaysd think of them as they were when they were small, even when I know and celebrate that they are becoming men.

I'm really pleased that you enjoyed the poem.

[Paul Bell]

Yeah, kids just don't stay kids for long these days.
But if you've shown them the way.
Then you can stand tall, and congratulate yourself on a job well done.

[Debbie Barry]

Thanks for the nice comments, Paul. You're absolutely right.