I study his eyes
What do you see?
There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son, that transcends all other affections of the heart.
‘The Widow and her Son.’ A short story. Washington Irving (1819.)
I treasure the time spent with my son.
I look at his radiant face.
I study his eyes.
What do you see?
I see compassion.
I see wisdom beyond his years.
I see actualisation and achievement.
I see ‘making real.’
I have never wanted to possess my son.
Yet in this moment, he is mine.
I hold his body close.
I embrace him.
I whisper, ‘Beautiful I don’t want to let go.’
Pauline Fountain. © 2024. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be used or reproduced without the written permission of the author.
About the Creator
Pauline Fountain
Writing and photography provide a creative outlet to reflect with meaning on my life.
My mental health? Bipolar 1 (Rapid Cycling), Complex PTSD and Functional Neurological Disorder.
My son’s gentle wisdom furnishes me with the gift of hope.
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Comments (22)
Congratulations on your top story.
Love that this made Top Story!!!
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Amazing!
beautiful
So very sweet
Hi there, newly subscribed. This was an " eye-opening poem" and a well deserved Top story!
Congrats!
Congrats on Top Story!🥳🥳🥳
Congratulations on Too Story! This piece reminds me of the relationship I have with my nieces and nephews. Beautifully written!
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Congratulations 🎉 for top story . Embrace your unique voice, for it holds the power to connect, resonate, and inspire others in ways only you can. Keep penning your truth, and watch as your words illuminate the path for others to follow."
Does letting go mean losing? Or can one release without the grief
beautiful. congratulations on TS. My sons are now 57 and 56 and each time I look at them, I fall in love all over again. They've made me so proud, as toddlers, young men, husbands, and fathers. Thank you for reminding me to look at their eyes more often.
Short and sweet! I love my son 🥰
Great dear
Lovely little piece Pauline! hope you are travelling well. Best! 😊
Very nice
Your son has beautiful eyes! Loved your wonderful poem! Hope you're doing well
AH yes. Sons are wonderful...hold them close as long as you can. They grow up so fast and fly solo. Cherish that hug.
This is so beautiful, Pauline. I can very much relate to this.
Eloquently expressed!!! Loved it!!!💕❤️❤️
So poignant and beautiful! There is nothing like a mother's love 💙