Happiness and Tears

For me happiness was hearing the first cry of my son upon his birth.

And the first glimpse of him in the hospital room.

Such a delicate touch of his tender skin,

Filled a mother’s heart with sheer joy and happiness.

For me happiness was watching his milestones as he grew up,

From a tiny baby into a handsome young man.

And the first time he stood up by himself.

His first step forward – walking – running.

A mother can’t be anything but happy to see her son’s progress.

Remember the day he fell down and hurt himself,

The next moment he picked himself up and walked again.

For me happiness was watching him win a swimming competition,

And remember the days he won in fancy dress compitition dressed as,

A mermaid, butterfly, goat, princess of Liliput, on different occassions.

Happiness was watching him recover from a physical illness

And getting back to routine duties again.

What joy greeted us upon his first job after the graduation.

Happy as this was the best job he held

And learned the minute details of his job.

Sad when he lost job after job due to an illness which struck him.

Happy when he was in a job, sad when he lost one.

Make the present phase a happy one

God, let my son be in a nice job and healthy

Let a beautiful future await him

A caring boss guide him at work.

A mother who understands his unspoken words,

Happiness – happiness – happiness

Yes, happiness – for a doting single mother, and her bipolar son.