All About Sons

Where have you gone to my babies?
When did you spring from my knee?
How many years have gone by now,
That have brought you to a place I can't see.
Remember the Saturday mornings,
You'd wake me to watch Scooby Doo?
We'd get out the Superman blankets.
As I recall there were two.
We'd curl up on the big sofa.
The three of us huddled down close.
Where no one could ever disturb us.
I remember those simple times most.
I miss the Thanksgiving tradition,
We always looked forward to.
Watching King Kong and Godzilla,
Just Freddy, me and you two.
The smell of the turkey would reach us,
In the middle of Mighty Joe Young.
The potatoes would be ready for mashing,
As the songs of Toy Land were sung.
You were a handful of pride and frustration.
There were times when you made me so mad.
That I couldn't wait until you grew up.
Now that memory is making me sad.
But I can still look at the babies,
That left me a long time ago.
I just close my eyes and your little,
And I'm still helping you grow.
There's never a moment that passes,
I don't wonder, how didn't I see.
The fact that you grew up so quickly,
Into the men that I knew you could be.

~ Sharon L. Allen
katt6@bellatlantic.net