Son

Once you have reached your truth, draw me a house
and tell me where the living is, your door,
what carpet there is on the wooden floor,
what is your house like, does it hold a storm?

Once you have settled for the man you are,
send me a postcard of the view from there,
show me the white clouds moving through your air,
let me believe that you have found it.

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Comments on: "Son" (18)

  1. You have written a poem with which any good Mother, like you must be, can relate. Agree with CountingDucks, “beautiful”…

  2. Wow, this is so beautiful, Ina, such a tribute to mother love.

  3. I love this–absolutely beautiful 🙂

  4. I really really like this 🙂

  5. One of your best.

  6. Oh, I wish I had written this!!!

    Superb

    David
    xxx

  7. Wow! Just fab Ina!

    L&H xx

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