I have but one
solitary son
Unlike my daughters two
don’t talk enough to
*
Neither I must say
do either of they
Much from him hear
but why remains unclear
*
I know he doesn’t mean
that it should be seen
As a purposeful slight
we’ve not had a fight
*
Rather he is busy
and it makes me dizzy
Just to try keeping track
when interests he doesn’t lack
*
And does have his own
son who is his clone
In a pod two peas
of their varying degrees
*
While always on the go
it doesn’t seem to show
That it occurs to him
he only calls on whim
*
Or he’s in need of something
where mom can be a blessing
And more times than not
my voice-mail is forgot
*
Yet, not done with disrespect
as now you might suspect
But rather just the way
of his youth today
*
And the time will come
as sooner does for some
This error he will correct
when seeing his neglect
*
More at-tentative he will be
in keeping in touch with me
And so I do refrain
from about it to complain
*
Teresa Marie 1/28/12 ©
What about God? 
Good poem. I hope your son sees it and has a good reaction.
And thanks for your fun contribution to last week’s Limerick-Off. I’ve just posted a new one and hope to see you there.
Thanks Madeleine!! Me too. I’ll be over to see the new one today 🙂 smiles, Terri
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It really is hard to compete with a wife I learned that lesson from my stepmothers and I will not make that mistake with my son.
Well, Blaine isn’t married, he’s just too wrapped up with himself right now to think about mom unless he needs me for something. My eldest daughter calls me at least 2 or 3 times a week, Sara is living with us now and i talk to him once a month if I am lucky and we live in the same town ;( I just blow it off to him being 25 and self-involved. I have no doubt that he loves and respects me though 🙂 thanks for the comment, David. Blessings, Terri
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