This is going to be kind of a repeat.... I wrote it
in May. I wrote it because the young man was working
on his truck with his grand father. They had done some
body work and painted the truck.
But today.... this young man turns 18. A pretty big day in
all of our lives. His mother, his grandfather and I. We have
one more coming up in June. And that will be the day he
walks across the stage to get his diploma. I am sure there will
be a lot more for his mother and he to enjoy. And Lord willing we
will get to some of those too. But these two marks of life are the
big ones we looked forward to, with great joy as with sadness.
Sadness as he won't need us as much.
I have as you can see from the sideline 16 grandchildren.
But this one is the only local one. The only one were we
have been the support system. Not in money, but when
ever Mom couldn't be there, we were. And some times
together. So today.... we celebrate his entering adulthood.
We wish him well, as we sit in the bleachers of life to see
him run the field of life.
There was a boy....
There was a boy who came to my house.
He and I would go to the park to play keep
away to hone his soccer skills.
WHERE DID THAT BOY GO?
And over the years, work would be done in the
yard with dutiful breaks for lunch and such.
WHERE DID THAT BOY GO?
And Spring was egg coloring with Fall, jack lanterns
carvings to be done with great jeers and laughter at
the kitchen table with the man of the house.
WHERE DID THAT BOY GO?
Summer filled with mix day camps runs and yard
work for pay. For buying power for bikes and play stations.
WHERE DID THAT BOY GO?
As now the past Fall came and went, with pumpkins
uncut. And Spring brought uncolored eggs. And now
the second summer is upon me with no helper.
WHERE DID THAT BOY GO?
For you see, the replacement to be is a young man.
Who spars with the man of the house over repairs,
speakers and stereo, you see. With sayings of
“I know for a fact”. We know when he arrives with
the bass of the radio competes with the roar of the
muffler. And up the stairs he bounds, the young man
appears. And our little dog squeals with joy of
anticipation of play, as this young man speaks. And
off he goes again, in the mist of bass and mufflers, to
join friends or his fast food job.
WHERE DID THAT BOY GO?
We know our time is short with this young man,
as adulthood is just beyond the horizon. A life of
his own will make him scarce.
WHERE DID THAT BOY GO?
And as I see each day, this young man, my heart
grows prouder and yet sadder, as he grows. His
mother, grandfather and I will all be saying…
WHERE DID THAT BOY GO?
I hope he remembers his promise of years ago.
His promise to push my wheelchair to the bench
at the city beach. So I can see the water and mountains
one last time. The bench where he and I sat from
time to time, during many discussions of life.
WHERE DID THAT LITTLE BOY GO?
Happy Birthday.... M.M.
Happy Birthday.... M.M.
1 comment:
This is beautiful...... you did good.... :) - I wish with all my heart that my lads had had grandparents, but alas they only have me, and at times that is not enough, of this I know..... one day, I will be a grandparent .... and so it will begin...
If my Tom marries the girl he is getting engaged to next week, and they eventually have children, the sad thing is, I will probably be its only grandparent, you see, Tom only has me and his girl also does not have a father and her mother has an incurable condition, so within a few years, that will just leave me..... not a good start to the beginning now is it LOL
x
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