You Loved Me, You Told Me That Was True.

Mother and son

My son and I in Majorca 1998
My son and I in Majorca 1998 | Source

You told me that you loved me, now I stop to wonder if that was true?

You told me you would never leave me, and that our life together wasn’t through.

But that girl with the golden hair, draped from head to toe in gold,

Smiled knowingly at me this evening, and said that I had been told,

That one day she would take you, away from me forever,

To walk and stand in her garden, so strong and proud together.

Now I was never a real beauty, with my curls of raven hair,

But I cherished you completely, for all the time you were there

She said her name was Alison, what a temptress through and through,

I can’t believe I was so stupid, as to let her get her claws into you

Blond hair and sky blue eyes, I remember you oh so well,

Looking through the golden mirror, the stories I could tell

Of a mother’s love for her son, that doesn’t fade when he has grown,

It goes on forever, never faltering, turning over every stone.

Life can be so lovely, and I wish it so for you,

Don’t ever forget my son; it is from this inner beauty that you grew.

A mother’s heart is pure, as every breath she takes,

Is to save her child from makingher same silly mistakes.

Her advice is given freely, and her hope is that you will learn,

That every day she shares with you, is more precious than those she yearns.

You told me that you loved me; past days I knew that to be true,

You said you would stay with me forever, and never make me blue.

Son I am so proud that you are now a man,

Take life with both hands and enjoy it while you can.

Mother and son

Mother and son
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always exploring 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

This is a beautiful poem and one i can relate to. Thank you........


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Rosemay50 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

It is so hard to pass the care of a son into another woman's arms to take care of him. It's a feeling of not being needed any more. But they grow and fly on their own but you never stop being their Mum.

When my son married my daughter found it hard to deal with, they were close and did a lot together and she lost that once he married and had his wife to do those things with.

A daughter is different, you don't seem to lose a daughter as much as you do a son.

A beautiful heartfelt poem

Voted up beautiful and awesome


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writer20 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

Great writing a truly heart felt poem.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

Part of the difficulty of raising children is the need to let them go when the time comes to do so, without jealousy, and without anger.

That's why a father must place his daughter's hand in the hand of her new man, and that's why a mother must let her son find his own way as a man, and with the woman he chooses.

It's a moment we all must face and accept.


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saddlerider1 5 years ago

I read your other poem linked from this one about looking through the bars at a beautiful child and to read this one also brought a tear to my eye. I feel this deeply because, I did not lose my children to another partner in life, but to life itself.

They stopped seeing or talking to me after I divorced there mother. My ex their mother told me the day I left that she would ensure that I divorced my children when I divorced her, she kept her word. I have not communicated with 3 of my four children for many years.

How sad for them and me to be deprived of their father's love, when my only crime was divorcing their mother. I hope all will improve for you and your son and that he is not taken out of your life completely. Peace and blessings to you.


Motown2Chitown 5 years ago

Beautiful.

My best friend has three sons and she's going through some of this struggle now.

Hugs and love and gratitude for sharing from your soul the way you so often do!


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Cardisa 5 years ago from Jamaica

You had me fooled there a bit. I thought you were writing about another woman...you know..."the other woman". Then you hit me with it.....it was your son. Lovely poem.


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Vinaya Ghimire 5 years ago from Nepal

A man is always torn between two women, mother and girlfriend/wife. Very true feelings.

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