Treasure Island

Almedia Knight Oliver


A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, And Blood '(Third)


You filled my life with joy
on that hot, sticky, July day.

Daddy had hoped the old car would survive long enough
to take us to the hospital and back-it did just that-
then, earned its place in the car grave yard.

In spite of the tangled web woven, you
were destined to cross the threshold of the sixties, into
the seventies by, fighting valiantly, then unwinding the
umbilical cord from around your neck, and lifted to safety.
We were separated... and 'You...' became 'you'

Boo, your tender heart, patience, has been my delight!
You have a way of smiling appreciations for ordinary
things, then transformimg them into extraordinary ones.
You stand tall in your roles, on the stage, in the theater of life, as:
an adoring Son, caring husband, doting father, and an enduring friend...
each helping to complete 'You'!

Son, from a little boy to present, I promised you a 'BIG CHECK'.
Though, I have to admit...it must've gotten lost in the mail!
But now: I giving you my love...take it, and
Deposit it in your heart!

Too, the universe shares a millons stars, sun and moon
And the rainbow, with such beautiful colors and shape
The arc will ever be be your protection and guide
Now, you can't touch it-no one can!
Chase it with great delight, and know that,
you can't have it without some rain.

A poetess gift to you:

On teary days, wrap yourself in rainbow's rays: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet…a lifetime gift. So cherish it! Finally my dear, I want you to enjoy this special day-and others too. Knowing that after the lightning, the storms, and rain… a burst of sunlight will brighten your way!

Happy Birthday, son!
July 6,2006

Submitted: Sunday, March 29, 2009
Edited: Sunday, July 06, 2014

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Milton, though this poem was written 2006, these are everlasting words.

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  • Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK (4/11/2010 10:59:00 AM)

    ‘…Now I’m giving you all my love. /Here, take it! Deposit it in your heart…’

    Sprang from fountain head of heart …its Mom’s love …we must cherish and relish…
    But son changes …Mom stays same because Mom is MOM…well deployment of Deposit…thanks Ma’am
    Voted 10++
    Ms. Nivedita
    UK (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (1/11/2010 8:09:00 PM)

    You filled my life with joy
    on that hot sticky summer day.

    Daddy had hoped the old car
    would live to bring
    us to the hospital and back-it did just that-
    but soon after was buried in the car grave yard.so beautiful, lovely and heart touching poem.... i simply loved it....10

    read mine.childhood (Report) Reply

  • Philosophy of a DewyFlower (10/24/2009 1:58:00 PM)

    a wonderful description! ! ! I loved so much the stanza of separation! ! !
    We were separated and you became “you”...

    Bravo this maternal poem deserves 10! (Report) Reply

  • Karin Anderson (sorry can't vote or comment) . (6/2/2009 1:46:00 AM)

    Almedia, I love how each child is so different and so special. The love cheque to deposit and to share your rainbow such artistic and clever comments. I have read 'to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, at first we need to feel the rain'. The colors in the last stanza are wonderful.
    10 Karin Anderson (Report) Reply

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