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His melody says it all

by Lori Blair

You see me as knowing nothing
about today's news
the world has vacated my years
and adolescence has left me
unscathed

But I see you knowing nothing
about today's views
too many confusing facts unstated
and I'm no different now than
then

and I'd see you play
out-of-doors
without the fears of hurting
should anything befall you

you knew

I'd catch you as I'd promised

and now you think

my gray hair makes me older
these wrinkles only colder
I can't possibly understand you now
so all promises made then
in vain

but you don't see

my gray hair makes me honest
these wrinkles make me fonder
and you've known, in truth, I was there
and all that was ever started
still there

and I'd see you play
out-of-doors
without the fears of hurting
cuz should anything befall you

you knew

I'd catch you as I'd promised

and now

I see you come home from school
a pain in your heart I noticed there
as you turn away and say it's not
but I know you're not alone
or scared

cuz you see

you are not yet so old and gray
you too remember those earlier days
when you could tell me all you'd seen
and your biggest hurt was a skinned
knee

but I must say

I cry when you don't know I cry
because I still wish to catch your falls
life at fifteen is too hard not to share
but then I smile at you as you think
I don't care

cuz you know
that isn't so

and now I,

I see you playing your guitar
and I hear you playing your guitar
your melody says it all
and I find myself humming in tune
to you

and now,

I see you look at me and smile and say

I see you look at me to smile and say

"Mom I love you
cuz I know you love me too"



11/13/2011

Posted on 11/13/2011
Copyright © 2021 Lori Blair

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/13/11 at 11:13 PM

There's such a perfect, beautifully-told story here.

Posted by Mo Couts on 11/14/11 at 01:49 AM

What a beautiful mom poem, Lori! How absolutely precious!

Posted by George Hoerner on 11/14/11 at 02:28 AM

Your son is luckier than he can know at his tender age. I should have been so lucky as to have a mother such as you. But I made it through those years if not unscathed and least alive. Really nice write lady.

Posted by Shannon McEwen on 11/14/11 at 03:27 AM

beautifully written, it's hard as a parent to let them fall, when we want to catch them always. I remember those days as a teen and with my thirteen year old am starting to see it from the other end, thanks for sharing

Posted by JJ Johnson on 11/14/11 at 04:37 AM

I don't know who is more fortunate, you or Brandan. I can hardly believe he is fifteen already. You are always just a happy thought away and we can all be thankful that you share your happy thought with us. I would love to hear the tune to this song in my ears, though I hear it in my mind, I bet yours is all the better for the inspiration of its creation is love. jj

Posted by James Zealy on 11/14/11 at 10:01 PM

Mom's have to understand that teenage kids come to you, because they are afraid to tell you they are falling, they come to you because you have always had the answers before. You just have to know enough to listen and ask the right questions, it appears you have mastered the art Lori, great write.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/14/11 at 10:12 PM

What a beautiful expression of parent/child relationship! How well so many readers must relate to this wonderful poem.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 11/15/11 at 09:03 PM

what a piece to read just before my own mom comes to visit me. thank you for sharing this!

Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/16/11 at 05:39 PM

... nice.....

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/16/11 at 07:50 PM

This is really sweet. As only a loving mother could write it. Reminds me a lot of my own mum. God rest her soul...I do miss her.

Posted by Jody Pratt on 11/28/11 at 09:37 PM

I like the "matter-a-fact" way this is expressed.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/01/11 at 03:35 PM

a wonderful poet, a wonderful mother. what more can a son want in this lovely mix? what more can a reader want, but all the ingredients are here to cure what ails. and it does not fail so to do. read and be well. be well.

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