At 10, going on the pole to be taller than me – and now at 15, he stands on the ground taller than me. The next one is a wee tot compared to the teenager.
Growth in us, around us – we all admire.
For a mother, there is no other glory
other than the growth of her children.
Growth physically and growth in maturity.
To see them bloom, groom, and grow
from an ooing aaing baby to a retorting teenager and an adult.
Adoring at times, disapprove of them at others.
They grow fast, they grow tall
all too quickly we sometimes think.
They grow too slow, are too immature;
making us wish for a quicker growth sometimes.
Through it all we go through a lovely journey
marvelling at the cutest things they do,
the naughty and crazy stuff they do …
The journey of growth is simply wonderful.
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My contribution to this Week’s photo challenge: Growth
Such a lovely tribute to son from a lovely mom!
you’ve captured the sentiments very well
thanks dear
Lovely poem. That’s exactly how I felt when my son was growing up.
it sure is a wonderful journey to see them grow and mature.
the flights we have, the games we play, the fun we have,
what we learn from each other …
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Very nice poem Amira. The emotions you captured in this post was beautiful.
Thanks Arindam
I just hope they grow up to be mature responsible people.
He must have amazing balance… on that post.
you are right … he jumps from post to post. a lovely sight – sometimes a bit terrifying