Growing Up Poem

Even the toughest cowboys have mommies

Red Hair And Freckles

© Tammy M. Duncan
With red hair, freckles & a peanut butter face,
He looks at his mama with wonder & wait.
Those brown eyes a shining & looking so bright.
Just waiting for her to say ok go outside.
With a kiss on the cheek & a hug that's so tight.
He heads for the door with six guns at side.
There are outlaws to catch, wild ponies to rides,
Gotta get them doggies before it gets night.
With rope in his hand & hat pulled down tight, he saddles his pony & gets ready to ride.
I'm the toughest of cowboys! He shouts to his steed.
Ain't sacred of no outlaw, Indian, or thief!
But even the toughest of cowboys get dumped.
And he came thru the front door with tears & a lump.
His mama was there to ease his pain. With a kiss & a hug it all went away.
With red hair & freckles & a bump on his chin, he was off riding the trails once again.
She knows that someday the time will come,
She'll have to cut the fences & just let him run.
But with red hair & freckles & those shiny brown eyes.
He's mama's little cowboy, her joy & pride.

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Published: Feb 2006

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  • As a mother of three grown children, I identified with the writer.
    It is such a bittersweet joy to watch your children run, play and imagine as they play.
    Unaware that there are people (Who they will meet all too soon) who would try to rob them of their joy. Children who will be all too quick to laugh when they cry, point out their deficiencies to hide their own...
    Hold fast to the time when YOU are the center of your child's life!
    Drench them with reminders of how wonderfully they are made.
    Fill their cup each day with all the love you have just for them!
    Hold them accountable lest they become arrogant but take care not to be oppressive lest they become frightened to take on a challenge.
    The bottom line, You are and now, you are in charge of a "Little Prince or Little Princess.
    They are "Unique in all the world".
    Pray to God and the Universe that they always remember that!!!

    Vanessa Submitted Jun 2011
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