She is a good mom,
At least so far her son she didn’t bomb,
She argues with him, I tell her to remain calm,
Untruths are spoken with aplomb…
He grew up attached,
With his mom he is well matched,
Both may have their moments,
Neither is in any way overmatched…
She too has grown,
Even though he does of this groan,
Like mother like son, together they were thrown,
As for their future, like all of us, it is unknown…
© ed ~ 1/22/07
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Susan
Don't ya just love it when they're a chip off the old block?
a pretty good size fellow...great write here sir.
Sandie May Angel :o)