Suddenly his shoulders get a lot wider,
the way Houdini would expand his body
while people were putting him in chains. It seems
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I cannot imagine him no longer a child, and I know I must get ready, get over my fear of men now my son is going to be one. life and its surprises. tony
I love how she metaphorically uses the breaking of Hudson River ice to describe childbirth in the heat of the moment.
Children could not help but grow up as men and women one day........the feelings of which expressed so touchingly.......outstanding........thanks for sharing
'Get over my fear of men now my son'! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Extremely beautiful. A son or a daughter never seems to grow old in the eyes of a mother. As such the realisation comes very late and that too with a tinge of surprise. Thanks, Sharon.
Great work of art, a work of an intricate mind.....