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…
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.