My son of 2000, My son of now

Parisab

I pick tangerines at dawn

My hands almost touch the sun

My crimson lips are burning

Good morning love, 

Good morning

Honey suckles open wide

I have no fear, he has your eyes

Divine,

A delicious yearning

Good morning love,

Good morning.

***

Now I can’t reach that Citrus sun

Every word of his

I’ve worn

Like a sweater,

inside out.

I’ve been still 

so that he flies to me

I’ll reach high

to reach him

Now he’s still my sun

And my falcon.

He may gaze upon me,

the higher he can fly

from home.

  • Author: Parisab (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 28th, 2023 23:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote the first part when my son was born, and the rest is for his birthday today…..
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 16
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, Teddy.15.
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Comments13

  • orchidee

    Good write P.

    • Parisab

      Thank you for reading, poet friend-

    • Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer

      Really interesting. Beautiful theme.

      • Parisab

        Thank you poet friend-May I invite you to comment on how you see my poetry different after 23 years, in the second part? (Of course I don’t commit to one style of poetry.)

      • L. B. Mek

        Beautiful!
        Like fine wine, a poem 23 years in the making
        exudes, refined sweetness and brevity
        of the richest, velvet sincerity..
        Thank you! for sharing this wonderful sip
        of your life's, resplendent wine!
        Happy Birthday to your lucky son
        Hope you all had a lovely weekend
        🍾🥂🍰👏🍾

        • Parisab

          Dear poet friend, your inspiring comments and insightfulness, will help motivate my words for more years to come. I’m looking forward to more of your excellent poems.

        • Bella Shepard

          This beautiful poem is so unique in its concept. The joy of a newborn, then reflection, 23 years later, of how that incredible life that has affected yours. As a mom I can relate to this whole heartedly. I'm late to the reading, but thank you for sharing this wonderful verse of mother love.

          • Parisab

            Thank you Ms Bella for your heartfelt and thoughtful comments. I enjoy your work very much.

          • PoetVids - I am WriteBeLight only in Video Version :)

            Such sweet words. Love the work.

          • Parisab

            Thanks for the visit and the read-

          • falcon_mn

            This poem hit my thoughts.
            It is a great poem.
            In my country, we would often say
            My falcon to a young man or a child.
            Words Go on falcon in my country is often said to encourage to support a young man to endure to fight. Mothers are sensitive and they would say to their son My falcon to express how proud they are. Thank you. Bravo!!

          • Parisab

            Wow I was not aware of the cultural piece-it was born out of maternal intuition-thanks for sharing and I like your poetic name as well…

          • Thomas W Case

            Absolutely gorgeous.

          • Parisab

            Thank you for appreciating the read…

          • Teddy.15

            Such beauty in your thoughts in your imagery and in your heart. Loved this. Truly beautiful ❤️

          • Parisab

            Appreciate your kind comments and glad that you found the poem beautiful…

          • Thomas W Case

            So beautiful.



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