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For My Sons

By Joyce Carlson

The night was long and lonely as I tossed about on my bed. Memories of happy times together came flooding through my head.

I longed for the times, my children, when I held you on my knee, Or rocked you to sleep, my darlings, to a sweet and low melody.

But as I walked to your rooms that evening and felt the emptiness there, My heart filled with sadness, my eyes filled with tears and I sank into deep despair.

For you both had grown up and left our home, to begin new lives of your own. But the joy you gave me, my children, will forever live on and on.

Now as the days grow weary and cold, and winter is almost here, I see a child in the distance with curls of golden hair.

And as she comes near and I see the face of an angel so innocent and true, I hear her say in a voice so sweet, "I love you, dear grandma, I do."

This poem was written by Joyce Carlson when her two sons left home to live together in their first apartment.  Only months after moving away from home, both sons were married.  The weddings were only 1 month apart.  (Talk about a mother having to let go!)  One of these wonderful men became my husband,  and that golden-haired angel was born 13 months after we married.  God is so good!  Thanks, Mama C., for the beautiful words in this poem.  Love, J. and L.

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