Life on Abram Lake
Life as a rural physician Mama in the backwoods of Northwestern Ontario
My Sweet Boy
My sweet boy, where has the time gone?
Did it slip away when my back was turned?
No longer do you need me to hold you at night,
rocking you to sleep in my housecoat and cold feet.
No longer do I struggle with that loathed breastpump,
desperate to ease my Working Mom Guilt.
No longer do you scream when I leave for work,
frantic for me to stay.
My sweet boy, where has the time gone?
Did it slip away while I was endlessly at work?
Look at you now, full of chatter and ideas,
telling me stories about your day.
Look at you now, independent and fearless,
wanting to do everything “BY MYSELF!”
Look at you now, strong and filled with delight,
forever relishing in the ability to move at a racing pace.
My sweet boy, where has the time gone?
The tears fall for my you, my baby boy,
replaced by the joy in whom you have become.
Life on Abram Lake 