My Son

A tiny, open face; A smile so warm it melts my heart. How could a child so small Fill such a void, play such a part? His laughter tinkles through my mind, And sadness fades within his light. He brings new meaning, new insight. He shows me who and what I am, And what I want to be. He teaches me what I am not, And what it will take for me to be free. He prods me to make a better world; To strive for peace, for hope, for light. He brings new meaning, new insight. He creates my joy, my pain, my fun. I am not whole without my son. Copyright Chula Fleming May 22, 1986