Son Poems | The Mother of Boys – By – Miriam Sieber Lind

The Mother of Boys
(Son Poems)

Praise to the High One
for giving me joys ..
Peculiarly sweet
I’m the mother of boys!

Mud puddles torn blue jeans
toads, whistles and worms ..
The furred and feathered
and whatever squirms.

Black knuckles, bats
arrows and thundering noise ..
They’re all in a day
for the mothers of boys.

But, ah, ’tis a dear joy
to turn the blue eyes ..
To the manifold wonder
of earth, sea and skies.

And, ah, ’tis a dear joy
to watch a small hand seize ..
The hand of God
in the knowledge of these.

Spare me, oh High One,
to praise Thee more when ..
This mother of boys
is the mother of men.

By – Miriam Sieber Lind