IN THE WINK OF AN EYE
I look at you, my golden son.
Once so tiny, so helpless;
all of a sudden, it seems,
you are a man.
I took you home to a new house,
a new beginning,
and I was as new as you;
a fledgling parent,
Uncertain, hesitant, scared.
I had no real idea of
how to care for you,
but I learned with time, and help,
from other women and your Dad.
How fiercely I loved you!
The years have gone by
In the wink of an eye.
Twenty one years.
I am always a mother.
Mothering boy or man,
I remain the same.
That fierce first love has been
tempered by time and burnished
to a warm and steady glow,
constant and strong.
4/9/2000