“Hey Sonny boy,” the mom said,
“I love you,” she beamed.
” I love you too,” the boy toddled and hugged her close.
“Hey Sonny boy,” the mom said,
“I love you,” she beamed.
“I love you too,” the boy said absently before running off to play.
“Hey, Sonny boy,” the mom said,
“I love you,” she beamed.
“Would you stop calling me that?” growled he before zooming away on his bike.
“My boy,” the mom wept, trying
to hug him close, wanting to say more.
“Oh, mom! Save this emotional drama,” said he before disappearing inside the departure gate.
“Are you free?” asked the mom tremulously, wanting to hear his voice.
“Am busy. Will call you later, okay?” said the man, quite forgetting this half-hearted promise.
“Hey, mom,” said the son.
“Who are you?” asked the demented mother.
“I love you, mom,” he said, tears glistening, forty years too late.
hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla
in collaboration with Dr. Preeti Chauhan.This Poem won the Beyond the Box coins for the theme Lost and Found for the month of October.
17 comments
Really touching tale of reality. Perspective changes with time as dependence grows into independence and once a pillar of support becomes needs a support herself. Though change is the ultimate reality, how we face it becomes a challenge.
Gosh so heart breaking! I hope he spent the rest of her life by her side. It’s terrible when such things happen but it is so true. We are constantly trying to aim high for our kids and in that race, we forget to spend time with them and sit and talk to them.
A very poignant truth. We don’t value the love when its there, only when its gone. We should live in the now and not take relationships for granted.
The poem is meaningful, realistic and heartbreaking equally. But I will talk little practical after observing own parents, other parents and after me being a parent. Each and every mom on this earth be it animal mom or a human mom love their kids unconditionally irrespective of age and gender. But what they mistake is started considering kids as their PROPERTY… yes, i may sound harsh … when you start repeating same thing again and again to show love to child trust me it turns overbearing and boaring in life and so the reaction gave the child in the poem when he was small. Mothers and not just mothers, Fathers too want to see their kids succesful and allow them to fly high and beat others in competitions to get name and fame. In that process they also neglect their own parents… trust me kids observe that… some parents become over caring towards in laws with forced discipline on kids — Kids observe everything. It is always good to keep balance with kids caring and self care. The c hild in the poem became one which the parents want to see , in a responsible, high position which demands more time for work. Who is the culprit? The child or the mom. There is no need to say I LOVE YOU to express love every time… let the emotion speak . That’s me a mom. I dont expect my son to take care of me 24×7 when I grow old as he too will have a life to enjoy with partner, friends, collegues and definately a major part for work or profession. I am not bringing him up as my old age insurance but as my child … rest time will educate him what good and what bad. The less we expect the better we live.
Sometimes, I feel I will end up like this too. I am already past the first 3 stages….
This is really sad but so true. I can see myself in this situation. Sad but true.
So beautifully articulated, Chandrika. I teared up. I hope the mother and son find some together-time before the deathly inevitable happens.
This is painful. Changes like these disturb them when their parents become old. Hard-hitting.
This is painful. Changes like these disturb them when their parents become old. Hard-hitting.
We take our parents so much for granted, don’t we? What a heartbreaking and emotional piece teaching us to value those we love and tell them how much they mean to us before it’s too late.
This just broke my heart! :( I never understand how kids take their parents for granted, so much so that they can never appreciate the little things they do for us.
That story was deeply felt. Know that it pinched my heart a bit! Sadly, this is what most of our society looks like nowadays. Being too busy with life and not finding time to get back or visit the parents.
Beautifully penned and so apt. it is true in so many relationships these days. every one is so busy, until it is just, simply, too late.
Wow.. You’ve bautifully captures the changing dynamics of a mother-son relationship, from the innocent love of childhood to the bittersweet distance that comes with growing up. The ending is so emotional, and it really made me reflect on how precious each moment is.
I really hope he realised that he is the one she longed for. Sometimes it’s only when we lose something we learn the importance of it
Oh, so precise and heartbreaking. Time flies and before the know the tables are turned.
Such a heart-touching portrayal of the bittersweet stages of love between a parent and child. It reminds me to cherish every moment before it’s too late.