Monday, January 27, 2014

Fourteen



Like a classic car,
or old school stuff
that never goes out of style,

like when people say, in admiration,
“they just don’t make ‘em like that anymore”

you

make me grin
and say to myself,

yes, they do.


© 2014 Jennifer Wagner




An instant classic.   
I know, I know, spoken like a Mom.  But what can I say?  I adore the kid.  He celebrated his 14th birthday this weekend.  
Photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner










10 comments:

Janet Martin said...

mother-tear inspiring-ly GORGEOUS!

Brian Miller said...

smiles....happy birthday to your growing boy....
and an endearing verse for him/about him as well....

Margaret said...

Awe. I feel my son is a "throw back" an "old soul" and yes, I am biased. Wonderful poem - I always admire your creative poetic flare.

Wendy Bourke said...

Charming and sweet, Jennifer. I can feel the love. Clearly, you have got his back – and at fourteen (or any age, really) that’s the very best place for Mom to be.

Unknown said...

smiling at your sweet words to your son!

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Happy 14th birthday to your son. Hope he had lots of cake!!

Rajesh said...

And I wish him all success. True, they sure do :)

Anonymous said...

awwww :) ~

WordsPoeticallyWorth said...

An interesting piece that I enjoyed reading.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

ayala said...

:) Happy Birthday! My son turned 28 last week and my little one turned 13 last month. They grow up so fast :)