re-weaving some positive

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Save and print for yourself
but
PLEASE do NOT cross post, as
once the dust settles
I would LIKE to get this work published.

Its what I consider to be my first TRULY publishable verse.

If you pass it on to a friend...
DO include this pre-reamble

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Maybe my son
by Martine




Every day I grow tired
And wish to take a break
And step away from a relentless day
Of boundless energy and the discovery of play…
I must remind myself that
Maybe my son will be the one.

Every time my child asks a question
That is hard to answer
And I think to myself
"The answer can wait another day…
This is too complicated to explain,
And he couldn't possibly comprehend
The answer anyway…"
I must remember that
Maybe my son will be the one.

Every time my child dares
To think outside the box
And starts to do something
That makes me cover my eyes in anticipation…
I must hold steady and know that
Maybe my son will be the one.

Every time my son is frustrated
And releases the fury of
A tiny volcano
From deep within…
I will focus and feel that
Maybe my son will be the one.

Every time I am hastily told
That I will spoil my child
Because I choose to make the world stop
While I respond to the need of my son…
I will draw breath because
Maybe my son will be the one.


When they say
That I am wrong
Because I am trying to
Make my son perfect
I will say NO
I am trying to ALLOW my son
To reach for and UNDERSTAND
the stars…
because
Maybe my son will be the one.

Maybe my son will be the one
Who moves
Or answers
Or cures
Or creates
Or inspires…

And to that end
I owe him my respect
And to all humankind
The unyielding effort
To never dull
The unyielding potential
Of my son…

Maybe my son will think
The thought
That makes
It all
Make sense.

Or
Maybe the thought
Will come from his child.

The child he makes
with yours…