As days passed, she had yet another week
Of watching the rise and fall of the sun.
During the day, she took in the bright rays,
Awaiting arrival of her grown son.
Many years passed and he was hers to raise;
Without his presence, she sometimes felt weak.
When her spirit was down and feeling weak,
She counted down the days of her long week.
Memories of times when he was small to raise
Brightened her mood like the warmth of the sun.
He was her loving achievement, her son
Whose smiles were always like the sun’s bright rays.
She didn’t know her son loved her own rays
He, when far away, also felt weak.
He took pride in being her only son,
And also counted down days of the week.
He longed for her warmth, as she was his sun.
With her, his children were easy to raise.
She was patient when he was small to raise,
Her enthusiasm, welcome rays.
They shared a light brighter than the big sun,
Thinking of her, he would never be weak.
Grateful he’d see her within a week,
She was Mom and he loved being her son.
As father, he was glad he was a son,
He felt he was stable and finely raised.
Never doubtful, even in between weeks;
Joy in his mother always welcomed rays.
Their bond was so strong they never stayed weak,
Thinking of each other under the sun.
With each new day, they welcomed the sun,
Thinking of their bond as mother and son.
Though their distance often made them feel weak,
An upcoming visit made them feel raised.
They prepared in joy, gathering their rays,
They couldn’t wait for the end of the week!
It slowly approached, the end of the week.
They were emanating warmth like the sun;
Their joy touched everyone like warm rays.
They would reconnect, this mother and son,
The spirit all around, happily raised.
Everybody felt strong, instead of weak.
Warm is the sun, as each day it raises,
Touching a longing son with its bright rays;
After weeks, they’re the opposite of weak.