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 ©
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