Watching him from my window
Seeing the wind ruffle his hair
He looks out across the grass
Messenger bag slung over his shoulder
When I wonder when did he stop being a little boy
And grow into this man that now stands below my window
Where did that time go, seems like it was just a minute ago
Shoulders hunched, hands shoved deep in his leather jacket pockets
He doesn't see me watching from my window
The sun light streaming across his very adult yet boy like face
I wonder what it is he is thinking
Wanting to open the window and call out to him
But not wanting to disturb his moment of thought
Or my moment of reflection and wonderment
So much like me he is, deep thinking, compassionate
Tender hearted yet so strong and tough
Keeping the world at arms length ,dealing with everything on his own terms
I continue to watch him, in awe of the man he has become
My little boy all grown
This man, my son....

this is great jenni.. brought tears to my eyes

Another good one Poet.

awwwwww *huggs* jenni. this is touching. they grow so fast

really nice Jenni.

Ahhhh..Jenni...

What a beautiful testimony of a Mother's love for her son,
and a tribute to what an awesome young man he has become

thank you for sharing yourself & your amazing son with us

((((( Jenni ))))))

Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh as tears fill my eyes,,, You are an incredible mother,,, daughter and friend,,,, Brendon i am sure
will agree with me,,, Today, tomorrow for all eternity he will always be your little boy.....

very nice

that was just beautifu!!!!

G