~My Trip With Love~
A arrival from Montreal to San Francisco seeing my son and his children.
B beautiful red roses on my approach expressing their love towards me.
C for caring to have an eye contact honoring my motherly devotion & fidelity.
D for dreams come true when i sleep at night in my own studio.
E for enjoy having our breakfast first day while exchanging our life time stories.
F for faithfulness towards one another was so important since his childhood.
G good friends who invites me to their homes to meet their families.
H for happiness when I run to the restaurant help greett his customers at work.
I interfering with my sons life is a long forgotten issue, a perpetual respect .
J for jokes we exchange together through evenings laughing endlessly.
K kissing me good night when the night is over for me to retire.
L for love that I get from both of them when I cook an oriental dish.
M morning ride on a tour with family & soft music while driving.
N for never do I complain about any subject when shared together.
O older, but I don't let them feel my arthritis pains when I am visiting.
P for pictures are taken as souvenirs from this fabulous journey once a year
Q quite evenings when I leave my son and wife to have an intimate night.
R for roll up my sleeves to clean their home to amaze them out of love.
S surprise when home from work to a house clean & table set for dinner.
T transport for me is the subway my independence not to bother him.
U unique love between a son and mother, he is my rock. Best friends.
V variable outings touring the city while discussing his children's future.
W wanting those happy days to last forever. But will return next year.
X xylophone for enjoying the music of our last dinner together.
Y yearning from my depth to have wanted my stay to last longer.
Z zone when we said farewell at the end of the visitors area. Tears of joy.
Visiting my sons once a year is my dream come true forever. The love for my children has always been, "The Endless Love Of A Child".
An ABC poem :For Alfred Vassello
Copyright © Therese Bacha
For My Son Kylarr Shane Brown
Kylarr is my life
Kylarr is my love
Kylarr is my world
Kylarr is my joy
What i do i do it for him
Kylarr is my life
Kylarr is my love
Kylarr is my world
Kylarr is my joy
He's my son and I love him
He is so sweet and everyone wish they had a son like him
Vanessa N Brown
Copyright ©2005 Vanessa Brown
Copyright © Vanessa Brown
Kylarr when I look at you I see me
I see you grownin up
I see you have my soul
I see you want your Daddy
I see you have my childhood
I see your mother eyes
I see your mother lips
I see you happy when you and my soul bonds together four ever
I see you in my head
I see you is Godchild
Antwan H Woodberry
Copyright © Antwan Woodberry
Baby boy mommy loves you very much, i can tell how you've grown with every
I watch you learn and grow everyday. The way i feel about you son , is very hard
Without you in my life, i would be crying, while deep inside feel like i'm slowly dying.
You are my life, my moon, my stars, and my sun, this is for you to know i'm always
here and i love you a ton!
Copyright © Brittany Wright
So beautiful they are in their hearts soul and mind
Sweet laughter and logic they will never leave behind
Each one as unique as a precious gem
Of a special love that only they can give
Their minds on an endless flight
Will always soar high and out of sight
As the stars start to light the sky at night
and you see a star flash that has gone by
Remember the love that I give you
To my daughter and son who will always be one.
T Reams for my sweet daughter Amber and son in law Adam
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS
The world spins around so very fast;
Gone are the days of my past.
When I was young and free;
Nothing ever seemed to get ahold on me.
Then God placed 2 angels in my path;
My love for them covers my life like a hot bath.
Soaking my world in loves eternal flame;
With my 2 angels by my side,
Nothing will ever be the same.
The universe could cease to exist;
But my love for them will always persist.
There is no force that could ever undo;
The power of my love for the 2 of you.
I promise you, it cannot be done;
For nothing could ever come before a
Mothers love for her Daughter and Son.
Copyright © Melissa Mercado
Just a day
“Good Night Mom and Dad” I said before I went to bed. “We love you” they said as they closed the door
Mom comes in and wakes me up “Time to go to school” as my feet hit the floor
I got dressed and ate breakfast and got my book bag and now we are on the go
We sit in the car listening to music “It’s Friday I think I’m a little excited tho
“Alright baby we here” as mom open the door to let me get out
She closed the door and kissed me on the head told me she loved me before she pulled off
Another day of school and it close to Christmas
I can’t wait to see Ashley and Alexus, today is show and tell as I said in a whisper
We had learning center day and Boy! Was it fun!
Today was a free day and on Friday there isn’t much to learn
The room was quite when the was a knock at the door, the door opened
A man with a big gun was standing there; my classmates panicked and started to run
I heard a lot of noises and a lot of screams
I felt a sharp pain in my back as I dropped to my knees
In the distant I heard more screams and then everything went silent
Then I closed my eyes it went dark and on the cold floor I was dying
The other side
It’s Thursday night and off to bed we go
I kiss my 5 year old son Jaden and told him I loved him so
Alarm clock goes off and it’s around 6:15 in the morning
I shower got dress and woke up Jaden my little darling
Its Friday, I fixed him breakfast and we headed out for the this last day until the weekend
I enjoyed our little drives to school as we sat in the car singing
I opened the door to let him out once more
Kissed him on the head and told him I loved him ill pick him up around four
I’m at work drinking coffee just talked to my husband on the phone
Got at my desk started to work and the my office phone rung
It’s about 9:30 and it was Jaden’s school
I got the news he was dead and I started to puke
I’m crying uncontrollably don’t know my next move
My son is dead, I can’t believe this news
I hurried to the school in the best of my ability
I saw the school surrounded by medics, reporters, and police
I ran to a officer and demanded to see my son
He said “I’m sorry ma’am” I can’t do this at this time
At 9:32 my one and only son Jaden was pronounced dead
The shooter was 20 and took my son’s life in his own hands
The questions continue to flow through my head as I search for answers
I don’t need answers I need my son and his laughter
I am now sitting on his bed trying to swallow tears
My husband holds me close as reality nears
My little boy is gone among the other 19 kids
Heaven has 20 new angels now I hope he knew how much I love him as much as I did
(To the innocent lives that were lost in the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting)
Copyright © Stefanie Jones
you think I got listen to you,
you just my kids father,
there noting between me and you,
it seem the words take you back to court is your favorite words,
get this Sheena Shenia Jackson isn't scare of no court system or even you,
its just a word that is there,
so if you ask me you just things to make women scared im not scare of you like I use to,
I have became stronger and wiser,
I have the Lord behind me,
I believe in him very strong,
so if you want to bring me back to court lets do this now,
you are just a man that God put on this earth,
and I fear no man, no woman and no body,
I am a King child forever,
by : Sheena Shenia Jackson
May 23, 2013
Copyright © sheena jackson
The bleeding of my eyes cannot
be over emphasis as the a weakness of my heart.
i have been brave thousand times to stop the
black sky from darken my heart, yet my
braveness was sold in penny days ago in public.
Your father has sold his soul to the bar
where his father refused to accept defeat thousand times.
My son, mother is weeping as my pen is bleeding.
the Debts has accumulated in a very high rate
And your sisters have returned from school with their back
on the back of the house weeping like weepers
Yet, all the burdens and the cross of this home
are rested upon my shoulder to bear in pains.
Things has fallen apart and mother aren't happy.
the tuberculosis has began his romance on your father
After the last taste of palm wine he had last time
And i don't relish the prospect of getting him treated
All the time he would go back again with drinking.
I am not writing to ask you of money as you may think
But for you to come home to murder the madness
Created by his mad attitude in the midst of madness of the day.
Son, remembering where we started before the dark cloud
Where mankind eyes divided our dreams of perfections.
I saw the show and reflection of our difference in you
Knowing in your presence my hunger for love would
Be banished and my murdered tomorrow received love
in the eyes of those who laughed at me.
Mbajiakuwas here yesterday with a clapping lips.
Clocking the tress in the compound with his words
But i told him of your fathers madness and he hurt me .
Son, they made me a monster of loneliness
The day i and your father became strangers.
Your father is no longer receiving treatment because all
That i have saved is gone.
My life, a divided of two by two
without a resounding adjective to qualify the nouns.
Son, i am broken in pieces !
Mother is dying in silence as if she has no one
to console her in this dark side .
come home son before your sisters are sold to get
Your father treated as planned by your uncles.
I will be waiting under the tree where you grew up to welcome you.
Copyright © john chizoba vincent
An apprehensive Amy
Births baby Bob
Carefully cradles cries
Dons dry diapers
Emanates endless emotions
Fraught frantic fears
Grateful glad greetings
Huge happy hugs
Innate intuition increases
Joyful jaded journey
Key kind kin
Learner loving lavished
Must make money
Nurturing new needs
Oceans of options
Play pray plan
Quiet questioning queries
Restful rescue remedies
Seeking soother solutions
Truly tired times
Uncertain, unforgettable unity
Varied viral visits
Warm winter woollens
Xylophones xeroderma, x-ray
Yesterday youthful years
Zestful zoned zenith
Copyright © Eiken Laan
Dear Light of mine, Joy of my
Always be happy my sunshine,
Dance like the bright twinkling
Jump up and down with
laughter and always reach for
the bright blue sky.
There are no limits in life my
Keep your heart in the right
place, Shun your face from evil.
Do not hang on to anything or
anyone who makes you cry.
Remember that my loving
embrace will always keep you
warm. My heart is your home
Smile my son, mom loves you
Dedicated to my 6yr old son
Copyright © Refilwe Tlhabanyane
It is when the
of that day shows
realise lonely i shall
It is when he says
care my son and she
says i love you son
realise what is life
It is when she looks
me & say 'I LOVE
that i realise 'I LOVE
Copyright © Patrick Nigros
YES SHE WAS IN THE FETAL POSITION
FORGETTING ABOUT EVERYTHING EVEN HER SON
NO ONE COULD SNAP HER OUT OF IT NOT EVEN HER MOTHER
I WOULD WONDER WHEN SHE WAS GOING TO
NOTICE HER SON IN THE OTHER ROOM
WHILE SHE’S LYING THERE ON THE HALLWAY FLOOR
CRYING AND SCREAMING OVER A MAN WHO DID NOT WANT HER OR HER
SHE’S TRYING TO DO ANYTHING TO KEEP THIS MAN
SHE FORGOT ABOUT HER SON WHO WAS WATCHING HER
LAY THERE IN THE FETAL POSITION
YELLING HIS FATHER’S NAME
HE JUST PEEPS IN THE LITTLE BOY’S ROOM AND WALKS BY
AND SAYS TO HIM YOU SEE THIS WEAK TRICK DON’T YOU
SORRY PIECE OF WORK
HE’S FORGETTING THAT THE BABY MIND IS A
SO EVERY TIME HE YELLS OUT OBSCENITIES TO HIS MOTHER HE’S
SOAKING IT ALL UP
SHE HADN’T SHOWERED OR EATEN IN A FEW DAYS
HE JUST THOUGHT OF HER AS NOTHING
THE FETAL POSITION OR THE BABY WASN’T GOING
TO KEEP HIM THERE BECAUSE HE WASN’T THE FATHER
HE DIDN’T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THE BABY’S
FACE LIT UP WHEN HE ENTERED THE HOME
THIS IS A MESSAGE TO HER GET UP
SHAKE IT OFF BECAUSE YOU’RE BETTER THAN THAT
LOOK AT WHERE YOU COME FROM A WHOLE ARMY FULL OF BLACK
BEAUTIFUL STRONG WOMEN WHO STUCK IT OUT AND SURVIVED THE BEST
WAY THAT THEY COULD WHEN IT’S OVER IT’S OVER
LIVE FOR YOUR CHILD BECAUSE HE’S WATCHING YOU IN THE FETAL
Copyright © stephanie morgan
You're too much for me
Your smile, attitude
It's too beautiful
My sweet child
I am so glad
you are better than me
I miss you when you are away
being better than me
or your father
I know you are a visionary
you are a professor
you will somehow
make it sing
Copyright © janetta harrington
As I sit here all alone, nothing on t.v. and nobody on
As crazy as it may sound, my heartbeat is the only
While living here in town, I should just enjoy the
peace. I often hear in the distance, the sirens of police.
One man down, the other takes flight. This is the ruins
of another senseless fight.
A child loses a father, a mother loses a son, all to a
coward who chose to use a gun.
A void in their hearts no one can fill. Only in time, their
pain will heal.
As this coward sits to unwind, he's haunted by his past. It's
fresh in his mind.
As he ponders on the choice he has made, this is one
memory that will never fade.
All he could think of was his family and what he's done. His
child loses a father, his mother loses a son...All behind his
choice to use a gun
Copyright © Anissa Turner
I am blessed to have two wonderful sons that are very good to me
To say I am proud of them both is most definitely,
My eldest son is very independent
And my younger son is very driven to commitment,
They are both very Unique in their own ways
I am so lucky to have them both everyday,
Their futures are both very bright
And just knowing that I sleep very good at night.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Copyright © Michelle Born
I am my mothers son,so she always say
As i gasp my first air in her arms she held me
Like priceless yet valuable item never to lose me
My first teacher ''say mom'' she taught me
To her i was and i am flawless
Try hurting me and you will know she ain't clawless
For her love i got unconditional
With each day there was a plus one in additional
Held me tight when i became emotional
Those moments with her time stands still motionless
To her giving i never got less
But more and more
Isn't my mom the best
Because of me she never settled for less
Strong black woman she fought without rest
And if life was ever a test,am the one she got distinctions
Her smile when she stares at me shows no restriction
What she does in one word dedication
Never to show desiccation
That to my old man i come first
I have her heart never to show her hurt
True to those words she can put them in billboard charts
Mama to me you are important than H2O
For you make impossible possible
Our house you always made it home
Tattooed your name in my heart never to be alone
Coz the word courage, you told me to be bold
Make productive of everything that i hold
Yes greatness is the work of your hands that's what you mold
Copyright © NicePiece ThePoet
You call the police on my son
You pull a knife, he has a gun
You call my wife a tramp, I call you a loser
I drive an Escort, you drive a junked up Cruiser
I ask my wife what's for dinner, she says slop
We are inbred white trash cream of the crop
We finally move in together and become one
We do the horizontal bop until the morning sun
We are now husband and wife, sister and brother
Our kids won't know what to call us, maybe father and mother
She is now pregnant with our child
We are exhausted from our rituals and breeding style
The neighbors say this is wrong that we should just adopt
We must have our own or there will be no inbred white trash cream of the crop
Now after 19 months, we have 2
We steal from the goodwill box to get clothes for me and you
We use electrical cords for belts and to discipline the children of ours
We always encourage our kids to reach for the stars
Their potential has yet to be achieved
My wife says she has something up her sleeve
We believe our kids will always be on top
It helps to be inbred white trash cream of the crop
Billy Sue is twelve and in the fourth grade
Charlie does addition, he's got it made
Our kids will bring us fortune and fame
Too bad all kids ain't as talented as ours, what a shame
Now our son hosts an AM radio program called the Swap Shop
Our kids can feel privileged being inbred white trash cream of the crop
The love between us is very strong
We feel as inbreds, it's where we belong
Our kids have impairments, which brings government funds
We keep our inbreds on the priority list they are still number one
Now my daughter does unbelievable hip hop
All other kids are jealous because they are not inbred white trash cream of the
Copyright © Eugene Carmen
my son my fistborn you are my little friend
i hold you up high for the whole world to see
you are my boy
you are a spitting image of me
i promise to be a good father to you
give you all the love you can stand little man
you are my joy and pride
i love you son and my tears i can not hide
when your five i will take you fishing
when your twelve i will take you to hunt
when you are sixteen i will tell you about girls
right now i will be content with holding you and smelling your neck
i love you so my little son
Copyright © autry emanuel
is the number of times i have called you today.
Its almost noon now
your son been asking nonstop "Where is daddy?"
He used to be so good in theater and arts
then you said that's not a field for real men.
He quit on his passion to play baseball
"I wanna be great just like daddy used to be."
You promised him you will be here today
i told him you were running late but coming
now he won't talk to me either.
I lied to my son,our son,to cover your ass.
The game is over
his team won and yes,he did score
celebration ongoing but your son is so misty
he struggles to fake a smile because you told him real men don't cry!
Real men don't do this,real men don't do that
he hurt himself playing mechanic with his bike as you do in the garage
he walks dogs early morn because he wannabe"entrepreneur like daddy."
Every detail in his young life revolves around whatever is in this your 'real men' idealism.
Your son is dying to please you.
Each day he want to be like you, be you.
But you so selfish, wrapped up in your kingdom
you don't realize the pain you causing.
You always saying how hard you work to gives us a good life
"So you can attend good schools,get a good career,be a real men."
But today your son did not need your money or whatever expensive gift you will bring
All your son wanted,needed,was three hours of your time,to have you here,for you to see him.
Talk about real men,baby i got news for you
Real men don't lie to their son.
Real men do not disappoint their son.
Because real men will never put money before family.
Copyright © PENINNAH NGANGA
The Hardest Thing I Will Ever Say
by Willie J. Rathbone
I haven't always been there
to teach you to do good
or given you my wisdom
the way a father should
so before this escalates
to where you're feeling hate
please listen for a moment
to what I have to say
in the past I've made mistakes
I'm in jail for what I've done
so when your mother says, I went away
you'll know the truth my son
I've spent my whole life lying
and hustlin' was my work
right now there's no denying
all the people that I've hurt
to save you from the same
you really must believe
the hardest thing I will ever say
is don't ever be like me
Copyright © Willie Rathbone
How bad is a life.
Without love to give?
Well I say to myself,
That's a horrible life to live,
When I wake up every night crying to hear,
That one little voice,
That brings me to tear up,
You were not all mine,
But I hurt
When you felt one once of pain.
One Night of sickness,
That horrible strain,
You were my morning and night star,
I cry when they say your name,
I die inside when I stand beside
that babies grave,
I think of him always.
Mommy Never forgot you,
Nor will I ever stop loving you
Copyright © Kristina Gilpin
Am i right to post on here,
am i right for bending your ear?
me mum told me id never be no good,
cos nothing ever becomes of wood
Copyright © dean wood
son you are not morethan your thoughts
you cannot out-run your thoughts
son you are not morethan your vision
oh yes! you cannot journey farther than your inner sight
son listen to the wise words of your father
you are not morethan your dreams
yes you cannot reach heights above your dreams
Copyright © Patrick Nigros
Dear Father Holy Spirit and Son
You turned what could have been a tragedy into a special day of fun
You got me off the interstate before my tire came off
And turned things into a miracle instead of being rough
First you sent 3 angels to protect me and watch over me until help arrived
They suggested i call the police to keep my truck from being hit and to help me survive
I said oh ok and did what they had said
But when the police got there i turned my head
The angels said they would stay until help came
And when it did they disappeared i just wasn't the same
I realized it was angels and you that had saved my terrible day
You took what could have been very bad and made me happy not sad
In a miracle way you turned sad into glad
When the policeman said it would cost 125 dollars to be towed 100 feet
I was disappointed and almost stomped my feet
But when the tow truck driver came i said how much will it be
He said 125 dollars and i said i don’t have it you see
Then the officer called him into a corner to discuss
And the tow truck driver came back and said ok i will do it with no fuss
He went ahead and towed me to a safer area not far away
And because of these 2 miracles father you made what was terrible into a great day
I eventually got towed to firestone to get my truck fixed fairly fast
And now i have my truck back and pray it will always last
So thank you father for showing me your care and your love
And thank you for sending the heavenly angels from above
Written by michael james kolter
Copyright © MICHAEL KOLTER
Ronnie was born on October the thirteen.
Ozzfest was here on his first birthday.
Next year he will be twelve years old.
Nearly a teenager he will be.
Inch by inch he is growing up.
Every year he reminds me more and more of lil' coy.
Careless and daring he is.
Out going and full of life.
Young and healthy he will be for a long time.
Living life to the fullest.
Extra special in his own way.
Extra kind when he wants to be.
Wild and wacky on demand.
Hot under the collar at times.
Everybody knows him well.
Everybody likes him when he's not being a brat.
Love is not hard for him to show.
Everybody wants to slap him sometimes.
Ronnie is ronnie is ronnie.
Copyright © dovie lucas
When elephants fight
A flower dies
So my son what they putted in your mind
to blow up me
the bullet isn't killer
but your hate
You feel shames
you walks in shadows
And hides in cave
And u wears this turban on face
hey my son
they pulled out
where is my son?
Copyright © Sallam Yassin
Lord thank you for showing me your face
Even though I don’t deserve it
But that’s why it’s called grace
You are everything, you are powerful and mighty
I can’t take your grace and mercy lightly
You are everything that I am, you are my all
Even thought I’m filled with sin that causes me to fall
You didn’t deserve, you sent your son for me
For all of my sin, you sent your son to die on a tree
Why did you do this? Why did you come down from above?
It’s about a four letter word, its because of your LOVE
But this love, why do I deserve it?
My sin has thrown me into a bottomless pit
But even though I’m broken you love me still
I am empty but your love was meant to fill
Some glasses may be half-empty but mine is completely filled
Because this isn’t normal water that can be spilled
I have living water and it quenches my thirst
All I have to do is accept your love first
I’m gonna take it, I want all you can give
So I’m gonna praise you for as long as I live
Copyright © Evan Perkins
As i step through the light,
suddenly it becomes clear,
your the reason for my life,
but i was scared of all the fear.
Your my son, my blood, you came from me,
your my life i love you your the reason i breathe.
Before you came my life had no meaning,
now that your here seeing is believing.
I never knew i could have the feelings i have for you,
my son, my love, my life, you came to my rescue.
Copyright © jessica khan
Little fingers ,little toes, big brown eyes that glow.
Little giggles and little wiggles.
My little guy that grows.
Little steps to start to make a mess.
My little man I love no less.
Your my little alarm clock at night and my little bright eye at light.
Your mommy's little browned eyed
Copyright © Crystal Stewart