When the children grow….


Eyes still embrace like a Madonna

The touch of your skin longing fills

My boy


Can you grow like a seed, gradual?

Progress like a breeze, no storms yet,

They can wait, living can wait


Let me play my role

It has only now begun to fit

And already you make up your mind


And unmake whom I found?


© neelthemuse,2012

8 thoughts on “Boy Leave a comment

  1. so many nuances of feeling, how could it be otherwise when a parent, esp a mother, sees the child grow 😉 words like silk wrapping in strands in the changing breeze


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