At His Side-an Ode to my Growing Boy

My growing boy;  tender moments such as

when he rests his head on my shoulder and

his smiling brown eyes  speaks directly to my soul.

 I relish  these moments when he is at my side.

Bedtime rituals; smoothing the waves of  covers

turns into an invitation to  speak our mind

his always open to senseless giggles and tickles

how I relish these moments of  being by his side.

Surprising me constantly as he steps boldly into wisdom

I notice that he is absorbing the world's lessons

Generously he wants to respond in love

How I wish to always  keep him at my side.

Deftly afternoons transform to evening shadows

He will transform into a young man soon

and  be called to taste sweetness found in yonder gardens

lured by scented roses who hide their ache  on their side.

For now I take comfort in our own secret garden

where his yearning for new horizons are just dreams we share

I pray that the innocent love that now shines from within him

will be God's warm love that he will always have at his side.

 

CCayon

June 9, 2013