My Son

My Son came home from school one day,
proud as he could be.
His eyes asparkle, his face agrin
for all the world to see.
I can read! he exclaimed,
Come, sit down with me.

We sat down with a book from school
which he began to read.
Mom, I can do it another way
with a lot more speed.
He shut his eyes, and recited the book
from his memory.

I smiled and said, That's great my love
I am very proud of you,
And one day soon, you will read
with both eyes opened too.
He looked at me, eyes full of love,
Really? What shall I do.

Just listen to your teacher hon,
I will help you all the way

Thirty years have since gone by,
but I never forgot that day.
The love we shared, is still as strong
though he is 500 miles away.

I wrote this poem for my younger Son. It is a true story. I still smile when i think of that day. He did learn to read, as a mattter of fact, quite w ell. I am just as proud of him to day as i was so long ago. I love you hon.

Athena Louise
http://www.athenalouise.com

Author:: Athena Louise
Keywords:: Son, Reading
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