To my son



once upon a time I thought you would never leave
to home and hearth you clung, you did cleave
you did your best to stay young and not to age
little did you know time was just a fleeting page

you tried to make all the rules we should live by
you fought me at ever turn, sometimes made me cry
your heart seemed so full of anger, really you where scared
life had already been so unkind, you thought no one cared

I struggled to find a way to fully understand
but you kept your heart and soul under tight command
you held on so tight and at the same time distant
and threw it all you called the shot, so very insistent

and then suddenly one day in the blink of an eye
you stood before me all grown up, in wonder I did  sigh
what changed, how could I not have seen what was happening
you became a man, giving me no choice but to be accepting

how the years have flown, you have made me so proud
a beautiful wife and two loving sons, happiness out loud
I am amazed by the wonderful life you have lovingly built
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Submitted on October 25, 2013

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Scheme AABB CCDD EEFF CCGG HHX
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
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Words 202
Stanzas 5
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Tamara Hart

hello I am a 50yr old mother of five and grandmother of seven. i just recently married my best friend of ten years, i dont know what took us so long, all i know is that we were meant to be he is truly my soul mate. about 20yrs ago i wrote all the time i managed to put together a book of poems called growing pains but as i am poor at spelling and punctuation and there was no such thing as lap tops and no spell check i trusted a close friend to edit it, i failed to keep my own copys why i dont know well i never saw her or the book again. most of the poems were painful dark heart felt poems because my life was in a really bad place and i felt like a fool for trusting her. well i refused to write after that for a long time then life started getting better as i grew and searched intill i found my self i started thinking about writing again but as i had only written from a place of intense pain i had no idea where to start so i wasted 20yrs of living what i now realize could have been great verse. than on the night of my wedding i wrote two souls joining and my new husband got his first look at my verse and was impressed {of course he is biased] i often tell him that if the world could see me thru his eyes life would be a trip. well anyways he started encouraging me to to atleast write ten min a day. well that was sept 13th and i feel as tho i have found my voice again and this time i found my self able to write both happy and sad. i look forward to sharing my work with all of you and injoying all your wonderful writes as well. and who knows maybe someday i will come across a book of poetry called growing pains and all that will matter is that its being read. i wish you all many great writes and i thank you all from the bottem of my heart for the time you spend reading my work thank you for the input. be blessed more…

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