Something I wrote one day in 1999 after talking to my son on the telephone

I miss his smile,
yet see it in my mind
as his voice comes down the telephone line.
The warmth
and resonance of his tone.
I hear his laugh,
his love,as he says, "Hi mum!"
So far away,
so grown up, living his own life,
doing well.
In him am I well pleased.
Not that my affections are based on success,
I would love him were he penniless and in rags,
for he is my firstborn,
my son,
born of my want for him.
Years pass,
taller than I, he is a man now, yet stil i can see
the boy he was,
blond, blue-eyed,
heart of my heart.
Pride swells within
as I think of the man he is.
My son, Christopher.
Yes, in him am I well pleased.