When I challenged myself at the beginning of April to write a poem-a-day for National Poetry Month, I must’ve been out of my mind! This has been an exercise in futility to say the least. Besides being nonsensical, my poems have just been bad. As a matter of fact, I believe they’re actually worse now than when I started this project. That said, I guess I’ll still attempt to plow through until the month is over. If nothing else, it definitely gives me a lot more respect for Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Maya Angelou, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow to name but a few. (I believe one of my favorite poems is “Paul Revere’s Ride” by HWL. If you’re unfamiliar, you can read it here: http://poetry.eserver.org/paul-revere.html.)
At any rate, since I dedicated an ode to my daughter yesterday, it only stands to reason that my son should get one as well. So, the following is for my kiddo Jeremy…
Jeremy’s Life
By: Rachel Carrera
I wanted to write a verse
To tell you about my son,
About how he’s tall and handsome,
And about all that he’s done.
I wanted to write a poem
Talking about how my boy has grown,
How he’s become a fine young man,
How he one of the best guys I’ve ever known.
But when I started to write my ode
About how he’s brought me so much bliss,
I thought back to when he was little,
And I came up with this:
I had a baby boy;
I named him Jeremy.
I picked him up and carried him,
And he looked up to me.
The two of us would play together
Every morning and afternoon;
And Jeremy would say, “Mommy,
I love you bigger than the moon.”
Jeremy never sat still,
He was as busy as a bee;
He was always climbing
Like a little koala bear in a tree.
As he grew, like any other kid,
He would look at me and groan;
He wanted to be independent
And do things on his own.
He sometimes got into trouble;
We had our share of fights;
Occasionally, I wanted to strangle him
And read him his last rites.
So, when I decided to write a sonnet
About all my boy could do,
I looked back over his twenty years
And thought how the time just flew.
He’s now tall and muscular,
He works out at the gym;
He can pick me up and carry me,
And I look up to him.
You see, when I remember my son’s life
Part of me is torn,
Because even though he’s a man now,
I feel as close as the day he was born.
That’s a beautiful dedication..! sweet 🙂
Thank you so much! He’s my sweetie. 😀
He’s so lucky to have a mom like you 🙂
Thank you! I will let him know you think so. 😉
This a poem overflowing with love, Rachel. And that mean’s it’s a beautiful poem.
Aww, thank you so much! ❤
Nice pictures. It’s funny when you look back and remember those times. Time has a way of softening some of the harsh moments.
Thank you! He’s my sweetie for sure and for certain. 🙂
That’s a wonderful poem! 🙂
Thank you! It’s a bit dorky, but I think it explained our relationship well. 🙂
Where does the time go?
UGH! I know! 😀
AAwwww great poem! He is so handsome.
Thank you so much! I think so, too! 😉
For the new year, I vowed to write one short story per month. Since then I’ve had to switch gears because short singles simply don’t sell.
It’s a hard market for them, but I understand they are easier to sell in Europe. 🙂
so sweet.. and such lovely pictures too! you have lovely children. 🙂
Thank you so much! 😀
Beautiful. I have to agree…when I think of my son while he’s a grown man who beat out Hodgkin’s lymphoma ,I married and has a beautiful daughter and wife, a wonderful “other” 9in-law) family,a hard working, fun, kind man whose sense of humor idry and quick witted, is the genius he has always been told he is-but realizes the important things lie in the everyday….it is the memory of holding my first born baby, my son in my arms that I come back to.
Exactly! Your son sounds wonderful, too! I bet it’s hard to “share” him, isn’t it? 😀
Well it might be more difficult but we’ve lived apart for so many years now that it is natural at this point Sadly we live hours apart and his schedule leaves him with little time visting- and without my being able to drive now, makes it harder for me to visit him
Aww Rachel, I think it’s lovely. ❤
Diana xo
Thank you so much!! ❤
Yes, that was sweet.
Thank you! 😀
YOU CAN DO IT!!!!! Don’t give up! Your poetry is sweet, fun, and relatable. Which = awesome.
LOL! Thank you so much! 😀 I’ll see what I can do.
I think your poems are amazing!! What do you mean they aren’t very good???? God bless!
LOL! They’re pretty dorky, but I try to make them fun anyway. 😀 Thank you! ❤
Dorky? Not in the least!! Keep writing!! God bless! 😆
Thank you! God bless you, too!
Thank you Rachel, you made me think about my own mother, who has been gone a few years. Thank you again, it was beautiful. Sigh.
Thank you very much! 😀
Hi Rachel, I have a question for you, but I would like to discuss privately. Would you mind emailing me at blogwoman@outlook.com, please?
Yes, I’ve emailed you. 🙂
You should have my reply email juuussst about now… 🙂
I agree with phantomwriter. You CAN do this and I have no doubt you will! 🙂 This brought a tear to my eye as it reminds me of how fast the time has gone with my own boys growing up.
Aww, thank you so much! ❤
Your poems are so fun to read–Again, love the photos as well–they’re both so cute!
Thank you so much! 😀
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I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL RACHEL…AND I’M NOT EVEN IN THAT PROGRAM!!! 🙂
Thank you for the reblog! 😀
I write two-to-five poems….five days a week! 🙂
WOW! That’s very impressive!
You sure do write well…especially to someone you love! 🙂
Aww, thank you so much! 😀
Only calling it as I see it! Once was a teacher for a little while…;)
Thank you… that’s very kind of you! 🙂
Well written, and with such love! 🙂
Thank you! 😀
Awww what a great poem!
Thank you! I want you to feel better soon! ❤