Showing posts with label sons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sons. Show all posts

Monday, April 16, 2018

Because You Are My Favorite Son

PAD Challenge prompt 16:For today’s prompt, write a favorite poem. Maybe that sounds a bit silly, but what I mean is to write a poem about something that’s your favorite. A favorite teacher. Favorite movie. Favorite ice cream flavor. I don’t know, because I have my own list of favorites. Only you can do you…and your favorites. Who knows? Maybe this will end up being your favorite prompt this month...




Because you are my favorite son
*I will stay up til midnight
to get your laundry done
 so tomorrow's work pants, shirts and coat
 won't be drenched with the pure
stench
of
manure
(or barn smell:)

Because you are my favorite son
I'll pour your morning coffee-to-go
 and pack your lunch
(Contrary to 'other mother' advice)
Because you say you like 'lunch-surprises'
and I agree;
surprises
are
nice

...and my best guess is
as long as the mess is
yours, I'll keep on scolding and folding
and tidying
(or it might not get done)
Love always,
from your 'favorite mother'
to you,
my favorite son

Aka-Janet

I esp. like him on the days he surprises me with a Tim Horton's coffee!

Matt is our only son.
I don't have a favourite daughter...I have three!

Tonight I was ready to go to bed when I remembered 
Matt told me when he came home from work
that there is a garbage bag of very dirty work clothes in the garage!
(Some of which he will need in the morning)
So, I decided to check out today's PAD prompt while it was washing...
easy-peasy to come up with a topic;-)
and p-s-s-st! when I'm poem-ing I almost forget what time it is!

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Creed for Manhood...Happy 19th birthday Poem for our son, Matt








Regard none beneath your caring
But shoulder to shoulder trod
Son, be careful and be daring
For the kingdom of our God

Let love be your faultless weapon
Be not aimless in life’s quest
Run your race with grace-abandon
Seek the good and leave the rest

Learn the value of an hour
Earn the esteem you desire
Be the role model you look for
Be the man that you admire

Guard your heart from impure hunger
Always do the best you can
Love and gratitude works wonders
In the spirit of a man

Let the health of labor please you
Love your neighbor as yourself
Keep the Handbook from God near you
Not dust-covered on a shelf

When life riles you, look to Jesus
Pray often and trust His word
He, our help for human weakness
He, our true hope undeterred

Ah, He is always beside you
Wise and kind, forever-Friend
In each struggle, let Him guide you
He is faithful to the end

© Janet Martin

(they've come to expect it: a mom-poem in their birthday card:)

 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge;
            Fools despise wisdom and instruction.
Prov.1:7

Sunday, June 19, 2016

To Be A Gentle Man...



In order to raise honest, courageous younger men
we need honest, courageous, older role models.
Thank-you to all the Dads who have made this their goal,
...to love their loved ones with heart, hand and soul 


Strive to do the best you can
Son, to be a gentle man

In this world of haste and greed
Gentlemen are what we need

Men who do not live to please
Desires of selfish ease

Men who stand tall, strong and true
By small kindnesses they do

Men who travel second miles
Though an easy chair beguiles

Men who do not quit the fight
Though their hair is snowy white

Men who know what they believe
And thereby none can deceive

Men of courage, steely nerve
Through remembering Who they serve

Son, learn with humility
To be the best man you can be

…to accept your role with grace
Knowing God made you for this

Glad to stand for what is right
Vow to fight the goodly fight

Dream a dream, work with a plan
But son, still be a gentle man

Learn to value love with deed
One who serves not self, but need

 Listen to That Still Small Voice
Revere the effect of Choice

But mostly help us not forget
You learn by examples we set

© Love, Mom

Aka Janet Martin

Thank-you to my dad who strove to raise strong, gentle sons and daughters by example

Dear Dads,

 The Lord bless you
    and keep you; 
 the Lord make his face shine on you
    and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn his face toward you
    and give you peace.”’

Numbers 6:24-26 


Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Don't Forget to Pray, Son






Because Matt got his driver’s license the other week there has been increased intensity on my prayer-Richter-scale…;)

I like to send my family off  in the morning with a prayer together, but sometimes the bus is suddenly here and I chase them out with a ‘don’t forget to pray!!’ good-bye. This bus-driver has no idea that the back of the bus is plastered with prayers...

Dream up to the moon, son
Youth is such a gift
Dare to live-laugh-love, son
Where time-moments sift
Through God’s grace to you, son
In a brand new day
But, don’t forget to pray, son,
Don’t forget to pray

Life is not our own, son
Nor the way we trod
When this life is done, son
We answer to God
So if you are wise, son
As time ticks away
Don’t forget to pray, son
Don’t forget to pray

Lean not on yourself, son
Self is often wrong
If you lean on God, son
Then you will be strong
So before you set out
Upon your Today
Don’t forget to pray, son
Don’t forget to pray

© Mom AKA  Janet

 Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;  in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. Prov.3:5-6

Monday, November 24, 2014

Roasted Pork Sandwich





She watches him; the hunger of life in every bite
While bread and pork and gulps of milk amuse his appetite
They feed the fire that feeds the dream that winks within his eye
Where time meanders like a stream, slow through middle July

She envies him a little for the gusto of a quest
He cannot fully name yet ever tugs within his breast
His vision still untarnished by a road of what-has-been
His feet point ever forward, eager to be seventeen

She smiles a little smile to see him gobble bread with ease
Unhindered by the brutish yoke of cost or calories
And he cannot yet fathom the intensity of this;
How tick and tock can gently lock away this youth of his

…and so she watches him and tries to sear upon her heart
The image of a mannish boy hunched over bread and pork
While planning plans, untethered by the sorrow of the clock
…for mother knows the highs and lows of little tick and tock

© Janet Martin

He came home last night ‘starving!’ he said, and wondered with an impish grin ‘would mother make a sandwich?’ and she did…