A poem for my son

My son...Who loves me dearlyBut never shows offWhen I am awayOf course he misses meThough he never says thatFor me he longs.Obviously he cares for meThough I have to understand itThrough his little gesturesCoz he never shows anything directlyThis is his magnificence.When I was a kidI saw my fatherWho was already grownIndeed I saw my brother growingBut at that timeI was also a young girl.And then my husband came into my lifeHence I never knew how does it feel to nourish a young palI know my daughter wellBeing females we have a comfortable bondBut to understand my boyI have to work hard.He is different from his sisI think we don't put this feeling of male hood in themIt is a nature's gift.He is reserved in natureShy & introvertHe observes everything keenlyBut never says a word.Being a mother I know him wellThat I have to read his eyesFor his joys & irritations.Love you babyFor whoever you areGrow upMom wishes you the best for all your future endeavours.I wonder how many mothers would  feel this way.Good day pals!!!Medhavi :-)