Poetry: My son 121 Articles

by Pamela Jones

It seemed like it was yesterday. I was feeding you your peas and wiping the boo boo on you knees. In fact it was only yesterday, you called me to just say hi and didn't want to say goodbye. But now yesterday is g...read more

by June Mair

Baby Boy! I have loved you from the minute you were conceived, Growing so fast inside of me, I could hardly believe, When the day came for you to enter this world, My feelings were a mixture of fear and love! Such...read more

by Nan Keltie

Our Gentle Giant I approach with a measured tread, This gentle giant in his bed, Our son who loved to play with blocks, Is now outgrowing all his socks. Tell me, was it yesterday, I kissed his little tears awa...read more

by Joe Junfola

A wisp of time A stellar young man You have become, my son Suddenly, or so it seems So bittersweet It was just yesterday The little boy I knew So fleeting, these seasons All of a sudden You will make y...read more

by Tracie Bilsbarrow

Have you ever felt so helpless, being a mum, When theres no way to protect your beautiful son! Cos he's different from others, And very confused, If i could take the pain away everything you feel, So the pain of grow...read more

by Shirley Hess

As I marveled at the miracle and knew that I was blessed There still was so very much I feared to have expressed. I wondered at the blessing and the Heavenly decree, that deemed me worthy of the status of Mommy-to...read more

by Christina Hope

On the day that he was born From my body he was torn I had no idea and didn't plan The new adventure we began Before a week had passed in his life A promise was made to counter all strife I would always be there t...read more

by Jeremy Orbell

Beyond the pane, the elements groan The wind emits a climatic moan Beside me here, my son does sleep Oblivious to the darkness' creep I glance at him now, a work of art A joy to behold from the very start No frown ...read more

by Tarah Flicek

Precious gift wrapped in wool, on a cool February day I brought you home. Daily blessed with laughter and joy, I praise the gods for my little boy. A little boy no longer you are, but forever you will stay ...read more

by Gregory Maggard

THE JEALOUS TOYS My son Sean is eight years old, And just like most young boys, He gets a lot of things to play with, All kindsa games and toys. And he gets plenty of use out of them, Some he's played with for ye...read more

by Stacey Hitz

I hold my head high just for you to see I set a good example even when it's hard for me your little eyes see me watch my every move learning and understanding growing up to soon your little mouth smiles when our e...read more

by Rhonda M.

Son of Mine I cared for you as a baby Chased you as you crawled I held you tight in my arms Each time that you squalled Now I try to teach you The best that I can You are growing up so fast Into my little man ...read more

by Rhonda Erickson

" My Son" She drove away that morning too many thoughts in her head. She should have waited just a little longer and said, "I love you" one last time. She felt the pain in her heart when he took his last breath. He ...read more

by Shomita Deb

MORNING FRENZY Wake up I said it's time for school Getting a tardy isn't so cool Just a few minutes more said my son In just 5 more my sleep should be done You know its morning time rush So, jump up right no...read more

by Richard Dimon

My Son On the day, my son was born, Was the proudest day, I'll ever see. God gave me such a special gift. When i hear his name, my spirits lift. He is my one and only son. In other words, he's my number one. But i...read more

by Kristal Mcvicar

Little Prince........ Locked inside my room In a corner all alone Screams cut through the silence My parents have come home Another night of terror A child's life turned upside-down A sleepless night of horrors T...read more

by Ruth Woodhouse

To Jordan for your 7th birthday My little man, just turned seven years old, You were from the start a joy to behold. So tiny you were the day you were born, Screaming lustily to greet your first morn. It's hard ...read more

by Kathleen Richardson

My son has little sense of me beyond visual conception assumptions misinterpretations this used-to-be child of the palest blond curls smelling of powders, of vomit stretching on tiptoes for a lift to the ...read more

by Arabella Kelly

It seems to me just yesterday, I brought you home; no brilliant ray of streaming light from sunshine gold could match the warmth I would behold. My son. My youngest child, a cause for joy, the red-haired babe, the...read more

by Mary Guimont

To my son Who is My courage My savior of my soul The voice within, that says never give up never give in When I think I cannot take life any longer Your smile, Your face Your love remi...read more