As I'm putting your laundry away
I stop to look around your room.
The hundreds of Hotwheels
parked, as they should be, in their crate.
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Again Mary, this shows the heart of someone who has real persective. 'Just as a sadness of your lost youth starts to wash over me' A lost youth, boys to men too soon.Yes I get this one.Love Duncan
Mary, I think your family is very lucky, you're written such a lovely history of the family heart!
Lucky little guy to have a mommy - excuse me, I meant MOM, like you. This touched me deeply, because I also have a son who is now away from home. How I miss those 'boy' things....love ya, Scarlett
Flawless imagery and emotion. It brought tears to my eyes and the fervent wish that, should I have children, I'll be even half the mother you are, Mary. An ageless poem that speaks to every woman's heart I am sure. Thank you for this.
Delightful write. Memories of made of this. You are a great writer. Love Ernestine XXX
Very nice Mary. I remember when my little boy became too old to hold my hand when we took our walks. Just one of those stages of growth. Fortunately, I have his phone number so I can find him. lol Especially when I have something heavy to move or my computer is acting up. Nice write Mary. Rusty
Very cute! I'm sure Napoleon Dynomite would say you write with 'skill'. Loved the movie... love your poem. Brian
So heart felt Mary. I recall when my son was there. Now married but he still is my baby boy and he knows it. Patricia
look at the things you treasure, great line........................