I Don’t Know How Much Longer I Can Do This

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…

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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.


52 thoughts on “I Don’t Know How Much Longer I Can Do This

  1. 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.

      • 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

  2. 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.

  3. 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.

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