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Where Is My Son

Sheila M Clavo 1958 (Hospital)



New Year's Eve & my son haven't called
He must be having himself a ball
Sitting at home missing him all day
Yet he doesn't call with a word to say
I talk to my other Son about how I feel
He says,"Don't worry mom, I'll help you heal."
Will he call before I go to bed
Or is he somewhere getting laid?
What kind of kid won't think of their mother
On this day of the year if not no other
Can I blame myself for his behavior?
They tell me he's a player
I'm not calling him if he doesn't call me
Because he's in college and he's grown
Watching the fireworks in the air
While sitting in my favorite chair
His brother leans to me & gives me a hug
Saying,"Don't worry mom, you can have my love".
I'll never forget you on this day of the year
Because, as your son, my job is to be here.

About this poem

A mom & 2Sons. One like to hang with his friends & seldomly check in while the other sticks by her side very supportive & not wanting her to be alone.

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Written on March 19, 2002

Submitted by SheShe on July 22, 2021

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Sheila M Clavo

Southern Lady, Poet, disabled, whose teachers pushed me to write in elementary school. I didn't have confidence so I was a Girl Scout, volunteered, and had a lot of Barbie Dolls as well as an Easy Bake Oven. I didn't stop writing. People kept being supportive with my work. Suddenly I found myself writing on s regular basis. In no time at all I was honored all around as a Poet. It's been about 50years. I've enjoyed every step in the process.  more…

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