IN THE WINK OF AN EYE

I look at you, my golden son.

Once so tiny, so helpless;

all of a sudden, it seems,

you are a man.

I took you home to a new house,

a new beginning,

and I was as new as you;

a fledgling parent,

Uncertain, hesitant, scared.

I had no real idea of

how to care for you,

but I learned with time, and help,

from other women and your Dad.

How fiercely I loved you!

The years have gone by

In the wink of an eye.

Twenty one years.

I am always a mother.

Mothering boy or man,

I remain the same.

That fierce first love has been

tempered by time and burnished

to a warm and steady glow,

constant and strong.

Ellen Ferejohn Maziekien

4/9/2000


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