Mother to a son by Antonella Marinetti

Son, I would,as you return with confidence to lean on me,

gently I would tell you my love for you,

I would like to tell all your nights waiting for you,

your shooting stars for your whishes,

your sunrises and your sunsets thinking of you,

and my eyes wide open in the dark with your heart inside mine,

Son, let me tell you how much I love you,

but I rest quietly watching you,

without daring to caress those rebellious curls of yours,

and the words, I would to say, seem so unnecessary and far;

I would like to call you with my secret nicknames of affection,

my dear, my tender love, my baby,

and tell you have a sweet sleep and do not be afraid,

but I say your name

and I know that it encloses your whole being so unique and special;

Son, let me hold you stronger

but I hold myself back out because of the shame and the fear of offending you,

I embrace you gently in my thoughts as dawn made of blue clouds.

Son, I would cradle you again,

but now Life is guiding you by the hand,

while I stay here

dreaming about you and you’re already grown up…

2 thoughts on “Mother to a son by Antonella Marinetti”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s