Growing Up

I held his grown body as he cried.

All ego disappeared.

The sad little boy crawled out from inside

 all the pain and fear.

He held me with a tight fierce grip,

letting tender feelings show.

“I’m sorry Mom” was all he said.

“It’s okay son.  I know.”

“This age is never easy.                                           Right now’s a difficult time.

I wish I’d done a better job.”

“No Mom, you did just fine.”

The sobs where heard from both sides now.  No longer kept inside.

All barriers freely broken down.                       No reasons left to hide.

We held each other heart to heart, no hurry to let go.

A bond had been revisited, a love we would always know.

Copyright Suzanne Norton 2016


About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.
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8 Responses to Growing Up

  1. tonirahman says:

    Oh Suzanne. What a priceless moment. I’m so glad.


  2. Bun Karyudo says:

    Heartwarming, right up to the second last line! 🙂


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