Rate this poem:(0.00 / 0 votes)

My Son’s Wall

My Son’s Wall

My son is busy
Mending the wall,
The boulders keep falling
And he keeps mending and mending.
He is here for a vacation,
Too busy for a chat
For I am no fun for him
Greyer and older, I have become.
A burden!
With heavy medical bills,
I cannot tour the malls.
For my knee hurts
And I need a wheelchair to stroll.
I keep forgetting,
For age has set in
And my memory
Is at bay.
Last Christmas he was here,
I ran up and down the stairs
To make his favourite pudding
And Ouch! I fell on the slippery floor.
I cannot see my neighbour friend
For my son has set a big wall
A wall so tall,
That separated my only friend and me.
With no one to speak,
I lie in solitude,
My heart pounded in sorrow
The sorrow gave me a stroke.
In the days of youth
I worked day and night,
Forgot to live a life
For I lived for my boy
And not for myself.
And now I lie paralysed,
On my death bed.
With my son busy mending the wall.

About this poem

My Son's Wall is the voice of a sacrificial mother who goes over and beyond to take care of her son and his family. As the son matures he sets boundaries and neglects her. He feels he does everything in her best interest. However he forgets to spent time with her, love and care for her. An eye opener and reminder for the human race on - we will all age today or tomorrow and our older people needs more attention, care and love. It is not enough to take care of their material needs.  

Font size:
Collection  PDF     

Submitted by snehasabu on February 27, 2022

1:03 min read

Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 918
Words 213
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 1, 37

Sneha Sabu

Sneha Sabu is an international strategist, author, motivational speaker and development thinker. She is passionate about issues affecting the human kind. She has written more than 25 short stories for children, 20 poems and several articles on social issues. She lives in Sydney, Australia. more…

All Sneha Sabu poems | Sneha Sabu Books

(1 fan)

Discuss this Sneha Sabu poem with the community:



    Find a translation for this poem in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)


    Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:


    "My Son’s Wall" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2023. Web. 5 Feb. 2023. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/121967/my-son%E2%80%99s-wall>.

    Become a member!

    Join our community of poets and poetry lovers to share your work and offer feedback and encouragement to writers all over the world!

    February 2023

    Poetry Contest

    Enter our monthly contest for the chance to win cash prizes and gain recognition for your talent.

    Browse Poetry.com


    Are you a poetry master?

    Which female American poet, who was little-known during her lifetime, but had nearly 1800 of her poems published posthumously, rarely titled her poems?
    • A. Amy Lowell
    • B. Emily Dickinson
    • C. Sylvia Plath
    • D. Sara Teasdale