An Ending?

“There was a time, dear Mom,” said he.

“When I no longer fit your knee.

And one day, when you picked me up.

You set me down, said, ‘That’s enough!’

You never picked me up again.”

His statement filled my heart with pain.

Cause he was right, that son of mine,

(Who, in his socks, stands six-foot nine.)

There was a time I set him down,

I groaned, and then, perhaps, I frowned.

Said, “Son you’re getting way too big,

And you don’t qual'fy as a ‘twig’.

Your poor old Momma just can’t lift,

For it will give my back short shrift.”

An era ended on that day,

The day I sent my son to play

Without his ‘pickmeup’ cuddle time,

That, for us both, was so sublime.

Instead he got a kiss and hug.

And on my heart, a little tug,

Then, I looked back into the past,

And thought of things that just don’t last,

How precious are your memories,

When kids grow too big for your knee.

But know, before you shed a tear,

For my son’s young and baby years,

That though we had an ‘ending’ there,

‘Twas nothing that I could not bear.

For as an era waves. Departs.

Another era’s set to start.

And then he gave us grandkids . . .

Karen, whom we all hold dear,

Issues a task 12 times a year,

A poem based upon a theme.

We beat our brains, we cry and scream,

But nothing can be done about,

Cause Karen has a lot of clout!

(The truth about the poems thereof?

We really do it out of love!)

And who has joined me here today?

Why, all my friends! Join us and play!

Karen of Baking In A Tornado: From the End to the Beginning

Dawn of Cognitive Script: TheMeaning of the End

Jules of The Bergham Chronicles Name of Poem: La Fin

Lydia of Cluttered Genius Name of Poem: The End is Here

Jenn Sparkly Poetic Weirdo Name of Poem: Endings, The NewBeginnings