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Poetry | March 2012

Son

By Vicki L. Wilson

There will be a last time that I carry you,
and I won’t know it.
There will be no celebration,
no certificate,
as when you were born,
just the offhand thought:
He sure has gotten big.
And when I set you down,
on your own two feet,
I’ll think nothing of it.

6 replies on “Son”

Sarahsays:
March 3, 2012 at 4:33 pm

Thanks for this beautiful poem. It brought tears to my eyes as I thought of my son, now 2.5. He runs everywhere– and though he still likes me to hold him sometimes, I don’t remember the last time I actually HAD to carry him.

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Lisa Bond Brewersays:
March 4, 2012 at 12:14 pm

I loved the simplistic beauty of the moment this poem captured. The moment all moms can relate to, yet it happens without thought.

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Beckysays:
March 5, 2012 at 9:26 am

My boys are 10 and 8, and at this point I do stop to appreciate any time my 8 year old wants me to pick him up. He is such a satisfying 70 pound ball of boy that I have to brace myself properly, but that massive running/wrestle/hug is worth more than anything to me!

My oldest doesn’t want to be picked up (thankfully for my back), but I sidle up next to him while he’s watching NBA games and before you know it, he’s wiggled his head onto my shoulder and thrown his leg over my lap in a weird contortion cuddle while he explains the intricacies of the game to me.

It rocks!

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Vicki Wilsonsays:
March 6, 2012 at 12:54 pm

Thank you for reading the poem, and for these very kind comments! And Becky, thanks for mentioning something for us to look forward to. :-)

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Kim McMechansays:
March 8, 2012 at 2:01 pm

Oh my GOd. Stunning sentiment. I’m so glad you kept it simple. This really grabbed me by the throat.

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Monetsays:
March 15, 2012 at 11:23 am

Loved this! I have two girls who will probably be affectionate forever, but I think about this fact with my son all the time and try not to rush through snuggling at bedtime.

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