As I Watch My Baby Sleep (Family Friday)

I thought it was about time I tortured my blog with another attempting at rhyming...so here goes :

As I Watch My Baby Sleep

As I watch my baby sleep
I wonder what's in store
In life for him as he grows
I want to know much more

I want to know if he'll sail through school
If he'll play sports and read
I want to know if he'll care for others
Tend to their needs

Will he be sensitive but a little hard
Or will he be class clown
Will he be a great shoulder
When a friend wears a frown

Will he study or go to work
Will he move from home
Will he be open and talk to us
Or will he roll around and moan

Will he do something he loves
Something for the greater good
I hope he does and it makes him happy
As every parent would

Will he be straight or will he be gay
Either way I don't care
Just as long as whoever he brings home
Isn't a complete nightmare

Will he stand at the top of the aisle
Waiting for a beautiful bride
Who will walk to him and say 'I do'
With us standing by their side

Will children bless his life
Like I have had bless mine
Will he grow to be sophisticated
And enjoy expensive fine wine

I wish all of this as he sleeps
As only a Mother can
And promise to him with all my heart
I'll help him be a strong and honest man

'I Am Mum' (Family Friday)

This blog is dedicated to 'Mum's & Sons'.  I am not arrogant enough to call what is to follow a poem.  A poem is elegant and well, a little more eloquent also than what I have written, but this is more I would say, an Ode maybe... anyway, whatever it is or isn't, this is for my boys.

I Am Mum

I am the one
Who carried you safe
Until you were born
My scrappy little waif

I nestled you close
To keep you warm
And gave you your bottles
In the wee hours of morn

I deal with your tantrums
And laugh at your jokes
I make you your breakfast
Of runny egg yolks

I am the skin
You nuzzle when ill
I am blamed
For your god damn strong will

I am the one
Who kisses grazed knees
I am the one
Who's relentlessly teased

I'll give you thread
To mend a broken heart
If you take the blame
If in public I fart

I'll watch you leave
To do what you do
Be it bus driver, Teacher
Or Keeper of Zoo

To marry and love
Or whatever you choose
My hope is your spirit
You will never lose

Of you I'll be proud
Always, My Son
Because my sweet boy
I Am Mum


For J1 and J2.xxxxx