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ben at 15

sandy hair upon his brow
and some on the lip now 
not my little boy, this being
this man, with eyes so green
his body pushing into manhood’s track
his spirit sometimes holding back
this is his greatest journey yet
reaching out to become himself, it’s set
raging thunder of the soul
sometimes leaves him out of control
new passion gives him strength
to run the race at any length
heart burgeoning on the things brand new
leaves him little time for what he used to do
soaring wisdom as he grows
putting together the path life chose
I’ve watched the growth from babe to man
sometimes I did not understand
in this life I would choose no other
I am so glad to be his mother

From → Ben, My Life, Poetry

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