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To My Son
by Charles E MinshallI do not grieve your going,
I shall not shed a tear.
No, I do not grieve you going,
I've still so much of you my dear.
A silly little curl of hair,
A bootee and a dress,
A worn out little pair of shoes,
You were two then I guess.
Your kindergarten picture,
How proud you were to know
That you could go to school,
And I had worried so.
A picture for each year in school,
And the snapshots in between,
And all the little things I've kept
That keeps those memories green.
I can not walk into your room
And touch your desk or chair,
Without that certain feeling
That tells me you are there.
No, I shall not grieve your going,
I shall not shed a tear,
For in my heart my darling,
You'll always be right here.
01/26/2003 Author's Note: I left home and joined the Navy, my mother wrote this
The week after I left. I found it in her papers after
she passed away. The poem is by Ruth Walker Minshall
.....Charlie
Posted on 01/27/2003
Copyright © 2026 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 02/06/03 at 04:57 AM I sit here my friend smiling a very soft smile, quite some gal your mom, she raised a fine son, who seems to be following in her footsteps. *hugs* you never stop amazing me my friend! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/12/03 at 08:46 PM A wonderful find! You will surely treasure this and pass it on down to the next generation. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/18/03 at 07:06 PM Simple but emotionally quite communicative Charles. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 05/17/03 at 04:53 AM amazing mom...amazing son, Charlie |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 01/13/05 at 10:06 PM I've read this before, but find it all-the-more touching now.. :) This is so beautiful Charlie.. your mom had a sweet spirit and unending love for you.. I'm sure she's looking down on you now, smiling :) |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/24/05 at 10:37 PM your mother was an exceptional poet... this is beautiful... blessings... |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/09/05 at 02:03 AM Reading this poem again I think I realize more than the first time what a great keepsake you have. A remarkable inheritance; a heartfelt gift of love wrapped up in poetry. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/01/07 at 05:19 PM ...charlie, we live in others and you lived [away] from her [physically] but you never left her heart, as we parents are wont to do, eh? lovely gift to you and serendipity that you found it...what a delightful gift...from her to you and now from you to us...thanks, peace, chaz |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 06/17/11 at 04:08 AM Charlie, this just popped up in Random Favorites, and I'm so glad it did! What a lovely, heart-warming find. Thank you for sharing her with us. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/18/11 at 02:40 AM Very touching, Charlie. |
| Posted by Wendy Sparling on 06/19/11 at 01:27 AM I remember your wife, Georgia, telling me about your mother, and how well she wrote. It seems you've inherited her talent. What a wonderful gift she left for you. <3 My pick for POTD. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/23/11 at 12:28 PM Great to read this again Charles. And nice to see it on the top 10! :o) |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/19/11 at 03:03 AM What a lovely poem from mother to son, Charlie; thanks for sharing it with us! |
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