I has been missing my son since he left home to the Bay Area. It was Saturday around lunch time. I couldn’t wait to see him on FaceTime and showed him the new poem I wrote today. So, I woke him up by sending him an iMessage. Here is what happened:
Mom: Geoff, got up?
Geoff (still half sleep): Yes.
Mom: Oh, I know your answer is alway very accurate.
Mom: Geoff, this morning when I was still in bed, a poem came out of my head. I quickly wrote it down in case it returned to my dream. It’s for somebody you know.
Mom: The poem is called “Once Upon a Time”.
Once upon a time in the north Scotland,
You reluctantly came out of my tummy.
At the minute we set eyes on each other,
I knew you would make me your proud mummy.
Once upon a time in central Canada,
You graduated as the top scholar.
Facing glowing praises and flashing lights,
We both knew every hard step of our journey.
From time to time these years,
You left home for your own destiny.
I reluctantly send you off at the airport,
I knew you belong to the world, no longer of my little baby.
Mom: Geoff, what kind of mark can I get?
Geoff: It’s good.
Mom: Oh, I got exactly the same mark every time. I guess you might be very disappointed on me.
I continued to annoy my son. Here is what happened:
Mom: Did you eat yet?
Geoff (hungry): No.
Mom: Hunger strike? Hunger strike to your body fat?
Geoff: I guess so, just lazy to get foods.
Mom: Waiting for a pita bread falling from sky?
Geoff: Yes! ?
Finally, I got a chance to see my son on FaceTime. During that time, we joked around nonstop. My husband, who sat next to me, fell to sleep.
Mom: Geoff, our talk became a lullaby to your dad. I can’t even sit still, but your dad not only can sit still, he also can sleep still as well.
Geoff: ? ?
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