'Shut Out' Poem by Linda Winchell

Son…I’ve tried to send cards to you
But they keep on coming back.
Even the ones I tried to email you
There is always a…”Not accepting E-cards” now attached.

Don’t know what it was…that I may have done
To make you turn to this.
I’ve tired to figure it all out in my head
While I sit… to reminisce.

Time is quickly… now passing me by
And I still can’t figure it out.
Why it was you’ve chosen my son
To close… your poor old mother out.

I guess you have your reasons
Maybe I sent you… too many of these silly poems?
But you see…dear son of mine
I didn’t want… you like me… to ever to be alone.

But to one day sit… as I now do
Trying to figure your life’s mysteries out.
Why you my child…decided
To shut your own mother’s love… in her poetry out.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
**Dedicated to: My Son
“Happy Thanksgiving, ”
Love mom.