Here is a poem, a Sicilian Sonnet, that I wrote for my son.

My Son

by Shellyne Urban

As the nurse lay your tiny body on

my stomach, all pain disappeared with haste.

I saw your hands first, large for such a small

person.  My arms trembled as I embraced

you and held you next to my heart. Upon

your face my tears fell, full of love, I placed

a kiss on your cheek and said you’re the one

that I will live for. We were interlaced.

Twenty-one years later and I am here,

watching, loving, and so proud of the man

in front of me. With my heart on my sleeve,

as the saying goes, it’s hard to believe,

so I stand back and watch you go, a plan

for your life away, to live out your dreams.