As sweet as the strawberries in Summer

as gentle as a babe suckling, he

is the sun in my life, the song

that never quit playing.

He came to me thirty and 2 yrs

ago. Mewling mouth and hungry.

He sang and danced at two,

rock and roll baby, soulful and smooth.

We were new at this, me being so purple, always

seeking. He was azure and green.

The epitome of nature and peace.

I found no fault in him.

A different drummer played a haunting song.

Life happened and we grew.

Though he was introspective

he shared his secrets with me.

I protect those undercover moments

They are mine, forever to hold dear.

My song, my Spring, my son.

I love you Michael. Mom xx

Janet Caldwell March 12, 2010