Am busy destroying files and files of papers — a kindness I owe my children after a lifetime of writing, stirring up trouble and fighting city hall (and at times even winning).
I found the following and decided to share it with you.
This grown man…
This grown man was my baby
He giggled and smiled and brought me joy
He clung to me when he was ill
(Which happened all too often)
His feverish little body cuddled close
Against my breast while my heart
Beat rapidly with a mother’s fear
This grown man was my toddler
His pudgy little fingers explored everything
He loved to stand on my feet and hang onto my knees
While I clumsily transported him
Laughing away from room to room
He wanted to marry our dog
And buy me a big, big house
This grown man was my boy
He took apart every new toy to see
What was inside and put together
Model airplane kits and cars
But never read the instructions
He discovered sports and uniforms
That life was not always fair
And his mother wasn’t perfect
Yet continued to love me
This grown man was no typical teenager
He laughed down at me from a height
I’d have to stand on a chair to reach
Why he was never difficult I don’t know
He worked out, ran and played basketball
And would study — if he had to
He thought about girls and I must
Never, ever kiss him in public
He would call me at work
Just to say hello
Note: I also wrote a poem about Susan. See it under: My Susan…
April 27, 2020. After all, I do love them both.
View from Over the Hill 
Lovely poem, you are very talented 😊
How nice of you to say so. WordPress and I had a quarrel about this post and they won. I couldn’t control the size of the photos or where they should be. Whew! I so appreciate your kind words. Cheers, Muriel
Hi afraid it’s due to their Technical limitations, but your poem is still good without them.
I STILL love him! I was just saying to Michael today how much I always loved my baby bruddah, and that now, I also admire and respect him, and enjoy every conversation I have with him. He is intelligent, articulate, caring, passionate, funny, thoughtful and deep. And he’s still my little brother!
I know it has always been true Susan. You never showed anything but love to Rafi and I agree, he HAS grown into a special person. Love ya, Maughm
Special person writing about her special person, and I see a special comment from S, too.
This is all too rare in today’s world, and I’m very happy for you, Muriel. ❤️
I am grateful as well Jaya: I also am enjoying going through my papers now because I found this poem. It reminded me of those special times with Rafi as he was growing up. I’d forgotten some of them. Such fun! Love, Muriel
What a fuzzy feeling I got while reading and admiring the pictures. Only yesterday, it seems, right? I understand. Just lovely. Thanks for sharing. 💕 👏
Indeed. So nice to remember those times. The old poem reminded me of things that made my heart sing again. All the best, Muriel
Hi Selma: Thanks for reading my post and your kind comment. I got to read it but my technological skills are limited. I couldn’t figure out how to post it here, which I would have loved to do. Stay well and enjoy each day. Muriel
You’re doing well, dear Muriel. I struggle big time with technology as well. So I totally understand. Don’t let it ruin a perfectly good day. Keep going. Be well. I wish you miracles
It IS a miracle when I get things right with WordPress. As soon as I do, they change things. Chuckle… I don’t take it too seriously. Thanks for reading. Cheers, Muriel
Wow, it was heartwarming! Young Rafi looks so cute and innocent. It was a beautiful poem, reminiscing the past always brings about a warm smile.
Since you write so well, do write about special things in your young life so you can look back years from now and be reminded of them. This poem, written years ago, brought me joy. YOU know what that meant to me right now. Fondest, Muriel
First let me do something worth remembering. All my life seems a blur right now with school and pandemic.
I don’t think I thought there was anything unusual about what I wrote years ago about being my son’s mother. NOW, it reminded me of ‘little’ happenings I would not remember if I hadn’t written about it long ago. You won’t be a student forever. You write well. Write about it for later. Fondly, Muriel
I would be a student forever, that’s for sure😉
Yes, true. When we’re interested in learning, we learn all life long. I’m sure you WILL always be a student in that way. Fondly, Muriel
Please do take my mom’s advice and write about your experiences right now. We are living through unique and difficult times — historic times. Your children and grandchildren will find your thoughts on this time fascinating down the road…and you will find them valuable too, I promise!
Thank you Susan: Bookworm is a very bright young fellow who does write very well and I’m sure he would look back at things he writes now with interest and pleasure. Love you, Maughm
Hmm, that seems quite true! You have inspired me. What we young people write todady, will be tomorrow’s history. The times are quite unique, and I would not like them to be forgotten. Be the dust in the wind. It is high time we learn something from this pandemic, or humanity will remain as an ideal.
~ Arnav
Great. You are certainly capable of recording things unique to these times. Glad you are inspired to do so. Fondly, Muriel
Arnav — You do indeed write very well, and I already see great wisdom and value in your thoughts, despite your youth! I would very much enjoy reading about your cogitations and experiences during the pandemic. Your perspective will most certainly be interesting!
I agree with Susan Arnav: Go for it! Fondly, Muriel
I am flattered!
Not flattery. Fact! Muriel
You are too sweeeeeeeeeeeeet!!!!
You have two great kids!
Totally agree. I’m a lucky lady. Cheers, Muriel
This is such a wonderful poem!
Thanks. I loved finding it right now. All the best, Muriel
LOVELY poem, Muriel! You have fine children and your love for them is so radiant. I also read the poem for Susan – nice name 🙂 Hope you have a fine day!
– Susan
Ah dear Susan: As always, thanks for reading my posts and joining me down memory lane. It is different from the type of travel you two do these days, but pleasurable as well. Cheers, Muriel
What a beautiful poem, Muriel! If reminds me of raising my own children, and that no matter how old they get, they are still my babies.
Susan
Nice to hear from you Susan:
Hope you are well. Yes, looking back and remembering those special times can really be fun. Finding this old poem brought it all badk for me. Love, Muriel
Precious memories 🙂 Thank you for sharing.
And thank YOU for reading. It is such fun to remember those moments…
Belated reply from me~~just getting familiar with my new computer;) This is such a heartwarming poem, especially meaningful during these times we’re living through. We need all the love we can get and give. Your poem is beautiful, and now I’m going to read “My Susan”!
Thank you for taking the time to read it Val” A new computer? Ugh! I’m still trying to cope with my new computer, which is over a year old by now. Good luck with it. Love, Muriel.
Very poetic, the love for your kids oozing as words 👌
I guess so. Let’s face it, they are pretty cool and I do love them more than anything. Thanks for reading. Delighted you do so. Cheers, Muriel
Beautiful lines Muriel…
Thank you so much. He certainly has been a blessing in my life. Cheers, Muriel
🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
aw, thanks. I’ll have to tell Rafi. He’ll love it. Cheers, Muriel