Pia Andersson


My son


My son is sleeping
and God is with him
Long legs all over the bed
Big hands on the blanket
sixteen
not a boy
not a man

How can this happen?
motherhood is a mystery
and a miracle

God is painting a masterpiece
as I am watching

Submitted: Saturday, March 05, 2005

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  • Rookie Afzal Shauq (10/18/2009 5:47:00 AM)

    a good tribute and advisory note for son being a good mother..loving mother.. a sweet piece of work with rich idea and impressive expression in shrt form..well done 10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Rommel Filoteo (11/12/2007 11:39:00 PM)

    Women like you will always be our mother, our teacher and our friend. In short, you always made a difference in our life. I like your poem so much, A great tribute to your son...
    God bless you always! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 10 Points marvin brato (9/26/2007 11:04:00 PM)

    Seeing the children grow happy in a good enivronment with our care and love is makes us parents proud and fulfilled! Wonderful pom Pia, high mark. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Leonard Daranjo (7/13/2007 4:03:00 AM)

    Pia - Motherhood is indeed a mystery and a miracle and you are watching while God is painting His master piece. Profound feelings of a mother with all the questions and anxieties sublimely expressed.

    Take care (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 164 Points Dr.subhendu Kar (1/27/2007 3:42:00 AM)

    Pia, beautiful thougt of a mother`dream being ftructified where mother is a sacred force of creativity eternal and womanhood is gradually being defined in its mystic way -syncratised & transcended (Report) Reply

  • Rookie S. A. S. (12/1/2006 5:49:00 PM)

    Every mother knows these feelings, and I suspect, every father does, too. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Risha : Ahmed (11/12/2006 8:08:00 AM)

    It is such a wonderful piece of literature. I want to go on reading it again and again.
    May be, when I will have kids of my own, I wil be able to understand the depth of your poem. I asked my mummy to read it and she loved it.
    Love,
    Risha (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Udit Kumar Sahoo (11/2/2006 5:08:00 AM)

    reading and re-reading your this gem of a poem leads one to believe that, except mother's love for the child, all other kinds of so called love are just wastes...undeserving of the tag of love.....such poems bear the hallmark of the purity of maternal love...thanks...Pia for the wonderful poem...regards...
    ....udit...02.11.2006. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Chandan Roy (8/22/2006 2:03:00 PM)

    And, I was wondering why did I miss this poem for such a long time.... The words flows from your heart and your feelings are so transparent here...... Loved each and every word of yours here...... BEAUTIFUL WRITE! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Duncan Wyllie (8/13/2006 7:33:00 AM)

    This is so good, amazingly beautiful, as a prayer! !
    Well done Pia
    Thankyou for sharing this
    Love duncan X (Report) Reply

  • Rookie William Jackson (7/31/2006 7:24:00 PM)

    A fine poem that once again expresses the optimism that we can trust God to unfold life before us and our children with an expectation for good. (Report) Reply

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