Son

Son



Hand in hand
we stand
Stepping back
I let go
He walks ahead
Careful and slow
His first steps
He will never know
The way is there
For me to show

On his bike, on a hill
Watching expectantly
He stands and looks
Down on me
Not wanting to ride
Afraid of falling
While I stand below
Towards him calling
Coasting down he comes
My heart beating like a drum
I am there for him should he need
He smiles past me with great speed

I watched him board a plane that day
He turned and smiled in a special way
This time the line I could not cross
To follow, no hope, I felt such loss
I turned and smiled as I walked away
Though I still had much to say
For I saw my son grow up that day
-Shiidon, July 2008



Shervin boarded a Plane this past Saturday. He arrived in Belgium and was greeted by his Belgian Uncle and Grandfather. Monday, coincidentally his eighteenth birthday, he boarded his Uncles 38 foot yacht. For the next four weeks they will be sailing up the coast from Belgium and across Germany to the "East Sea" and around Scandinavia. The photo is Shervin the night before he left in front of a painting my mother made of ships at sea.

Shervin called today. It was 2:00am and he was aboard the yacht ready to fall asleep. He told me that things were going well. He is already having adventures. He said that they almost capsized today. I know that I should be scared and worried but I am thrilled for him. They are having fun. He wanted me to know that it was when he laid his head down to sleep that it was then that he missed me, his friends and home.