Yoli prophet/pilgrim

Owing to the fact that my friends male and female SUCK!! I mean really, it's an understatement they suck soooo hard. And not the good kind that leaves you light-headed and wanting to sign over all your money!

So I'm surprised and given just a little hope when one of them manages to suck less than the vacuum of space.

Yolanda's son, one of her three prized possessions is at the foothills of a new journey. And although I just met her, you can just feel the pride flowing out of her. She sat down and wrote about this experience for herself.

It may not be a poem. But it is an inspired homage to a part of a set of three that she loves very much.

Maybe one day she'll write about

Alex the Great!

Or

TaTa!!, a surprise in every box!!

But for now there is

Yoli's little yo-yo Bobo

To love a child, my child
I am the mother of 3
Each child as unique as the next
I love them all uniquely
There is one however that stands
just slightly higher than the other 2 and it's not because he is the tallest,  he's actually the smallest
My baby boy

He was born through great pain and even greater uncertainty
His father loved him more than he'd ever come to know

As I wake this morning,
I find my boy asleep next to me
as I have found him many times before
Ever since he learned to walk I could hear his little footed pajamas scurry down the hallway with his blanket and pillow in tow to mom's bed
Sometimes it was a nightmare,
Sometimes it was to talk of something troubling his mind
Most times it was just because he wanted to be near me and hear me sleep
The only thing that has changed through out the year
is that he has outgrown my bed, his feet dangle off the side

This morning when I found him in this state. I asked what was wrong? He said 
"It's going to change soon and I wanted to do this at least one more time"
We didn't talk, we just layed there and I heard him fall asleep
My baby boy

He lost so much from so young and yet he is the most kind and forgiving soul I have ever met
I'd like to take credit but it wasn't all me

When he is angry,
When he is happy,
When is confused by the world
He always knows just what to do
Even when he thinks he doesn't know what to do
My baby boy

He will be changed
He will become a man
He will do what is right
But he will never bring his pillow and blanket in tow again
My baby boy

These are my feelings as I see him drive off with the recruiter,  nervous but excited and determined to make me proud.... yes, I'm crying James