幸福的滋味
周日早晨醒来
匆匆忙忙下楼
把笔记本放到包里
咦，这是什么？
卡片上还系了个红绳？
来不及打开绳结
掀开卡片一角
儿子那熟悉的字体
闯进我的眼睛
Mom：
For seventen years,
you've always been there.
Whenever I needed to shed a tear,
or when I was facing my greatest fear.
I sometimes wonder where I would be,
。。。。。。
Love,
your son”
一目十行地往下看
泪水已盈满了眼睑
老公喊着吃饭
终于没有忍住
热泪流淌了一脸
佯装着去卫生间
偷偷地拭去啼痕
那副没出息的样子
不能让他看见
老公还是看出了异样
默默地不敢多言
我本来想说出原委
还是忍住了
只默默地在心里
让那幸福的滋味
绵延。。。。。。
母亲节的早晨看到儿子偷偷放进我包里的卡片，
儿子写的第一首象诗的东东给老妈不争气的眼泪珠儿给逗下来。
附：儿子的第一首诗：
Mom：
For seventen years,
you've always been there.
Whenever I needed to shed a tear,
or when I was facing my greatest fear.
I sometimes wonder where I would be,
Without the wisdom and knowledge that
you passed onto me.
Now I'm on my path to be happy,
to finish high school and attend University.
At times I may be unappreciative and sore,
but in the end I realize that you're the
best mom a son could ask for.
So today is your special day,
your time to be free of your worries.
Happy mother's day!
Love,
your son
