Once upon a time I was mother of three sons
Fathers now who between them have four more
And two young daughters.
I never gave a thought to reaping
After youthful sowing bore its fruits.
Grandmothers receive gifts
Bounty never dreamed of.
One son recently shared the story
How he taught his son to shave.
Another son passed on the news
Son’s camp counselor summer job
Included learning leadership
Sharp skills to serve him well
In the wider world one day.
Two younger sons, cousins
Surprise us all with expertise
Creative eyes see like engineers.
Another son, the one who shaves
Is showing signs as a musician
Following his father’s dreams.
The little girls still lovely mysteries.
Mothers blessed become grandmothers.
A further generation bearing treasures
Returns its priceless gifts to me.
I watch my sons now fathers
Shape their children lovingly
Guiding them into a future
Unrevealed but which offers hope.
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Where’s the “love” button?
This is absolutely beautiful, Ina. And as the mother of boys… I can only hope I have half the amount of wonderful you have received so far.
I treasure your comment. Your boys’ wonderful will evolve I am sure because of who you are, Dale. Love is a powerful thing. ❤
lovely sentiments beautifully conveyed – to which I say me, too – I am blessed to have 10 grandchildren and one great granddaughter – they fill my heart to overflowing
I love your comment. ❤
It’s a bountiful harvest indeed Ina.
Yes, Andrea. My heart is grateful.
A lovely family tapestry unfolding 🙂 May the blessings continue, Ina ❤
Many thanks to you, Christy. ❤
My mother would definitely agree.
I think she has a special son.
Another one that made me cry sentimental tears!
Thanks for your comment. I’m glad to hear that it touched you.