Sunday, 30 June 2013

Advice + A Poem For My Son, "J"

J, I wrote this for you on April 29, 1993. I don’t know if I ever gave this to you....but I am giving it to you now, and to the world, too!

J, my son, your time has now come
--- and mine, too, for that matter.
Now listen closely, and understand these points,
For what I’m saying is not meaningless chatter.

You’re leaving home --- my how you’ve grown ---
And are about to be alone in this world.
Please accept gratefully the following advice,
And live by it, as you should.

Think before you speak.
Look before you leap.

Be friendly and kind; never be obscene.
Be generous to others; never be mean.

Beware of those who will use you.
Be strong, sure, and steady.

Do not procrastinate;
Always be ready.

Listen carefully, with a wise ear.
Do not believe everything you hear.

Spend your money wisely, on things that you need.
At least once a day, do a good deed.

Persevere, and don’t let life get you down.
Wear a warm smile; try not to frown.

Remain determined and ambitious; your rewards will be great.
Always be punctual; never be late.

Do not discriminate, nor treat people bad.
Be happy to be alive; try not to be sad.

Remember your friends, and your family, and keep them close to your heart.
Always --- always --- finish anything you start.

Do not borrow, and do not lend.
Do not fight, nor contend.

Discipline yourself to reach each goal.
Strive for excellence, but don’t taint your soul.

Accept disappointment; take it in stride.
Face confrontations head-on; try not to hide.

Enjoy yourself, and indulge once in awhile.
Be cautious of those who are filled with guile.

Treat others the way you’d want them to treat you.
Above all else, be honest and true.

If you follow this advice, you’ll never have to pay the price
That bad an unlawful people do.
Instead, happiness will be yours through and through.

Please remember all I’ve said,
And store it forever, in your head.
For, now, my dear and precious son,
The time, for you, has finally come
To be on your own, to shed your dependent shell,
And, for me, from my heart, to bid you farewell.

Here, for you, is one last rhyme.
Carry this poem all the time.
When you are feeling down or blue,
Read it again, and remember

Sincerely from,
Your friend,
Your Mom.


  1. So beautiful Loraine and not only that it's full of meaning and emotion. I'm sure your son is very proud of you. In a world full of errant and careless parenting he's lucky to have a mother like you :-)

    1. Thank you!

      I actually emailed him the link to this, and am still awaiting his reply.

      At least I know he has it for sure, now!


  2. lovely devotion to our children even as they get older. My youngest turned 36 the other day. I reblogged the poem I did for my daughters a while ago. It is nice to be able to tell them we love them no matter how old they are

    1. That's the great thing about love; it never goes out of style!

      Hearing and knowing you are loved, too, is great at any age. :)