My eldest son
16 years and 9 months old
you ask if I have my cell phone as I
rush to the door
“Of course. I would not leave my children home alone with
no way to reach me”
My hand secretly searches my bag and finds my deVICE.
You smile smug.
“Or maybe, mom, you have a responsible son who charges your phone and puts it in your pocketbook”
You lean your cheek down, down into my kiss-giving range.
Yesterday, you inspected my truck before a trip,
testing the engine light — thoughtful.
I have raised you and trained you
Perhaps you are ready for release.
Then I remember opening a kitchen drawer
and finding a block of cheddar cheese
beside the potato masher and ice cream scoop
while you stand at the counter,
a rectangle of cheese on its way to your mouth.
And I remember last week,
your little sister met me at the door,
serious face, big eyes, head tipped to side
revealing a bruise under her jaw
marked by your big clumsy foot.
It was a fun wrestling match until
it was not fun anymore.
Maybe you are not quite ready after all.
5 thoughts on “Almost, not yet”
You write poetic like…like Ann Voscamp in aholyexperience.com! 🙂
Thank you TinaJewel. You just made my day!
well mom..you are now A poet. Great!
As I read your lovely poetic words, I can see Sidney doing each action. Thank you for sharing sidney.
Loved your poem. I have two “grown” boys so I can totally relate.
I nominated you for a Liebster Award. Here is the link to my post,https://cmschooling.wordpress.com/2015/12/29/liebster-award-nomination/ I hope more people read your blog.