Word by Lyza
Date: April 11, 2023
He, who came out from my womb
I held him in his first breath, my son
My son who have his mesmerizing eyes—
That will soon gaze upon someone
Those two tiny hands—
That is bound to hold a woman's heart
His cute, chubby, and little body—
That surely, would melt his girl
His loving embrace with fidelity—
That would bring heat to blue
His feet that will walk on eternity—
My son, whom I am turning into a man
My son, whom I turned into a man years ago
Is now clothed in suit, crying;
Waiting for his soon-to-be wife
Who is now walking down the aisle
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Masterpieces of a Screaming Mind
PoetryTo hide masterpieces is to feel something in silence. Posted: April 2020 disclaimer: book cover isn't mine, credits to the rightful owner.
