At a hole in the knee
I shout once again
As you stand right before me
I miss your look of pain
I shout once again
When I step on your toy
I miss your look of pain
When I decry having a boy
When I step on your toy
A hug and a kiss you proffer
When I decry having a boy
Heart melting is your laughter
A hug, a kiss you proffer
As you stand right in front of me
Heart melting is your laughter
At a hole in the knee
Today is my son’s birthday – he is 6!! And growing fast! I wrote this when I was folding laundry one February evening and working on Gina’s Pantoum prompt from d’Verse.
All his pants – for school and play and pajamas – now have holes in the knee, both knees. We have already gone up a size but my boy is tall and lanky so what fits in length is too loose at the waist and what fits at the waist are like capris on him. I can’t stop him from growing. And I can’t tell whether my heart is bursting or breaking with love and pride for him.
©️ iido 2019
I Do Run 
Beautiful. So important to cherish them, and it’s so clear you do. I like how the pantoum goes from frustration to love as it progresses.
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Thank you! So often that happens to me and then also the reverse! I really like the form for all the ways the same sentence can be construed.
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happy birthday little man, oh how your mama’s heart swells with love and pride. such a sweet pantoum, alternating between frustration and joy! I am glad you wrote this and shared a precious moment with us
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Thank you, Gina! I think the Pantoum was a great vehicle for capturing this moment.
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Sounds about right for a mom of a boy. Hope he has a happy birthday!!
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Thanks! Yes, you should know all the growing pains that come with raising a little boy!
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Happy bday baby boy..you are one lucky fellow..your mama loves you so much..
This poem Irma is a reflection of how you love him…we cannot stop them from becoming young adults…i cried the first time my youngest daughter went on boarding school ..i cried harder when she said “i will be fine mom”..not that i am happy she will be fine; its just that at that moment i knew i lost a baby..she is now embracing her life as a yound adult .
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Oh! Yes, we work so hard to raise them and then when they grow…I have already cried tears about my kids going away for college and my oldest is only 11…but the years go by so fast….and our babies are no longer babies yet still ours….
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Aww! This speaks to me. This growing period that you have so well described…breaks and warms the heart in equal measures. Belated birthday greetings to the young man and my blessings.
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Thank you! He had a good birthday!
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Bet he had a good one, being the baby they are often spoilt … your love shines through in a realistic but heartfelt manner Irma!
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Thanks Kate! I do love this kid despite the grey hairs he gives…
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sometimes the mischief makers have more pull 🙂
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Lol! Yes, they have to be cute to get away with so much! Spoken like someone who knows…😉
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I like a bit of spunk!
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