Just a white girl with an English degree,
Today, that's what my son is calling me.
No respect for my learning
but it's okay 'cause I love the jokes he's turning.

He tells me it doesn't matter what he does
as nothing will change how much he's loved
and although this statement be forever true,
his smart aleck comments just won't do!

I wish though, that I could stop laughing
when he spews his smart ass remarks,
and convey some level of disgust
with, at the very least, a few barks,
but his hearty laugh and broad-toothed smile
prevent me from biting like a shark,
so I giggle and argue a little and
feel grateful for his blasphemous barbs.

I love that he's here with me, discussing a variety of stuff,
some of it serious and worthwhile, some of it frivolous fluff.
But he's present and enriching, so no matter,
and I truly do love all his chatter.
So I read him this poem as more banter
and he called me a wuss thereafter.
More insults were added when I presented the additional line,
so maybe I'll just give up reading him my rhymes...

Never!!!



Oh Will,
sometimes you're a pill,
but, of course, I love you still...


May 21, 2017

I add some words to this today
as after his second year of living far away
and being schooled in many a fashion
he's back home ribbing me with the same sort of passion...

Glad the season is over and you're here,
despite knowing that your choice wasn't clear,
but the surprising return brings Dad and me great cheer
and here's hoping your departure is not very near...