For my little boy,
who brings me so much pride and joy.
He captured my heart,
but then he did from the start.
It is really quite simple,
with his smile and his dimple.
I will be sad when he grows up,
but there is one thing I am sure of.
He will always be mine,
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Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2014
Bouncing boy is baby joy.
Enchanting sky-blue eyes,
Adored so by my heart.
Undoes me when he cries.
Tiny toes and fingers start
Internal loving sighs.
Fascinated when his lips part,
Uttering endless, "oh my's",
Loving him, knows no "why's."
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Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015
L Like a juggler, rhythm of harried routine, a mother performing
O On finding the cling-clang-thump symphony's beats missing
S She froze mid-way through her act, something's just not right
T To her surprise, her rambunctious baby boy was nowhere in sight
B Brushing fears aside, she set to seek him in the game of peek-a-boo
A As she peered in every nook and cranny cooing,"momma loves you!"
B But success evaded her and she was fast losing heart and hope
Y Young mother burst into tears, her sanity dangling on a tattered rope
B "Boo!" a voice behind her in a squeamish cry, all too familiar
O Overjoyed she spun around crying and laughing all the same, feeling happier
Y "You naughty boy!"and he smiled impishly, right behind her, under kitchen counter!
Copyright © Yesha Shah | Year Posted 2012
My Little Boy Lost
by Katherine Huffman
Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, I can't find you, why aren't you near?
As I walk the streets in search of you,
I feel a pull, a tug, not sure what to do.
I passed the park as I looked for my boy,
Even passed our play spot, but in my sight, not even a toy.
After everywhere I thought that I could go,
There was one place, but it can't be right, this is all I know.
Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, can't find you,
Why can't I feel you near?
This evening begins as I lay to rest my head,
There are some things I'm unsure of,
Like making your tiny bed.
Oh God, whats happening, haven't I counted your toes?
What about cradling your head or kissing your little nose?
What are these things I am unsure of, have I even done?
Where are you, where are you my precious son?
Mommy lays here, in tears, her face on something cold.
Where are you my son, it's you I need to hold.
I've searched all day, it's turning into night,
I'm tired, I'm lost, but I still won't give up this fight.
My eyes start to close, slumber is far too near
If I fall asleep, I may miss seeing you my dear.
Next thing I know, as I wake to the sun.
Wondering what it is, what has been done?
As I sit, my eyes focus, I start to look around.
Then, for some reason, they are drawn to the ground.
As I look, I see what has become,
This can't be, what's happening, where am I my son?
That cold my face last night laid upon,
Was a marker, with your name,
Of your body my little one.
Those things I wasn't sure if I'd ever done,
Were but the memories, I'd hoped to make with you my son.
You were here, I know you were here
My beautiful, precious son.
You were in mommies arms, such a little one.
As though it were as simple as reading a book,
I start to realize
These tangled webs have become unhooked.
That tug, that pull that led your mommy here,
It was your spirit, it was your soul,
It was your heart my little dear.
Here you were, here you were,
Right with me, so very near.
My little boy, my son,
Mommies little one was here.
You see? You led me where I needed to go.
For it was well past the time,
To accept this I know.
I feel a tug, I feel a pull.
I feel like I need to hurry,
Like I have to go.
There is someone I remember,
I need to get to I know.
He's a small one, a little boy.
He's your brother, my son,
He's pulling, he's tugging,
Needing mommy my little one.
I have to leave, I have to go,
To find my baby, my son.
Oh Thank You my boy,
For bringing me here.
For letting my mind begin to see clear.
You showed me the way,
I now see the light.
I am so close, so near in this dark night.
So here you are, here you are,
With mommy, my baby is so very near.
You are in my heart, my mind,
And this little brother of yours, my dear.
My little boy lost, my little boy lost,
it's you I have found.
You were there with me,
as I slept on that ground.
Hello? My son, are you here?
I can see you, mommy found you,
In my arms I hold you so near.
I've bathed you, I've clothed you,
And cradled your head.
I counted your toes,
I bent in and kissed that little nose.
As you fell asleep in your bed.
Would these be memories
we are making my dear?
Without him would mommy,
Be able to hold you so near?
We have a little angel to watch over us for all nights.
In spirit, with us, his soul,
Our endless guiding light.
He's your big brother, my son, my precious little one.
He's right here, a part of you,
Never again to be gone.
My little boy lost, my little boy lost,
It's you, I can see.
I have to Thank You
For guiding me!
Copyright © Katee Surface | Year Posted 2013
"A Lost Baby Boy"
A ngels stroke soft golden tresses
L onely baby floating on gossamer dresses
O pulent candy clouds embrace tiny frame
S nuggle sad heart while singing his name
T ossed into a new realm of strangers
B rave little soul projects love among dangers
A live in spirit world missing family
B ottle in hand to land of milk and honey
Y earning for kisses from Mommy's sweet lips
B asking in moonlight and silver star drips
O ver the rainbow; across the blue seas
Y esterday breathing in fond memories.
Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2012
Cash you right now are an amazing little bundle of joy,
It’ll take you a few years to understand this Christmas thing,
While young Christmas to you will mean receiving a special toy,
Hopefully you will hear carols about me that others will gladly sing.
As you begin to grow, learn and see things for yourself,
I’m still here waiting, watching desiring you to learn of me,
You are sure to hear about Santa and his many little elves,
Hello again I have not left, always an angel taking care of thee.
By now you have realized humans are not perfect that is true,
Christmas’s have come and gone you still walk in the night,
Moms, Dads, Uncles, Aunts, Grandmas and Grandpas too,
Cash I’m calling, open your heart, so I can make things right.
Who am I, you ask at last and from where did I come ?
Let’s begin again in a place far away, peaceful and still,
A place known as Bethlehem and Heaven’s where I’m from,
I’m Jesus the baby who would eventually die on Calvary’s hill.
So you now are made whole, complete from sin truly free,
The day will come when children you have a Christmas story to tell,
Just as your Dad prayerfully spoke to you sharing you with me,
For Christmas was given to increase Heaven not the place called Hell.
by William Arthur Tell
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. (Luke 2:8-20)
Copyright © William Arthur Tell | Year Posted 2012
I see his picture,his face like an angel,
captivating smile and sparkling eyes,
Swept by the destiny,the faultless died!
Heart aches for him who deserved the life..
The little boy lying face down in the sand,
is the most heart wrenching thing I've seen in my life,
We humans are watching that inhumanity drowned him,
He sleeps peacefully and the world outcries!
Copyright © Kumkum Sharma | Year Posted 2015
When he was born,
he was abandoned near the dustbin!
to keep away the cold he was
covered with an expensive coat.
He grew old enough to walk,
work and earn.
He delivered newspapers in an old broken cycle,
from door to door,
he also read a few when he was free.
He earned and saved some money in the pocket of the coat he
received as a gift...
He considered that coat
not only as a gift but as a shield,
but never once thought of the
one who gave it to him.
There was a man sitting on the
footpath, while he was
The boy with his coat on,
stopped and asked the man,
what had happened?
The man gave a sigh
and narrated his story...
once his sign was most valuable
than anything to people
his mere existence was necessary
but, because of his most
valuable belonging being
thrown away by him he had
nothing to live for.
He told the boy all what had happened...
The boy then removed his coat
with the money in it and
gave it to the man telling him
That man was stunned
that was his son the most valuable
thing in his life,
had taught him something,
valuable in life!
Copyright © manthra har | Year Posted 2015
Had you for just a month,
Only a month.
Wasn't sure if I was,
It was hard for me to believe.
I was happy when I found out,
Glad I had you.
The Lord showed me what you looked like,
Just like your father.
You would've been tall and strong,
Sweet and kind,
Generous and handsome.
You would've been a great person.
I had you for just a month,
Only a month.
You were my little boy.
The best thing I would've never regret having.
Only a month.
That's the longest I've had you.
Turned out to losing you,
From the stress at home.
Only a month,
And now your gone.
Gone to be home.
Home up in the sky.
Mommy and daddy loves you.
You'll always be in our heart.
This was written for my unborn son,
Thomas Michael Bridges.
Copyright © Samantha-Jane Smith | Year Posted 2012
Mama Mable made music mellow with mood
But baby boy Bradley bellowed and booed
So sensitively she started singing sweetly
Yet the youngster yowled yearningly
Poor perplexed papa peered and pleaded
“No nocturnal nuisances are needed,”
He hurried through the house, his hefty frame hobbled
Baby boy Bradley basked blissfully with his bedtime bottle
*For Constance’s Forms of Poetry 101 contest. Never tried alliteration before.
by Carolyn Devonshire
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
Precious Little Baby,
Not Yet Born.
Passes Before He's
A Chance To See
The Many Tears
Yet She Has
Come To Terms
With The Loss Of
I'm Sure That Our
Has Taken This
For He Has Got
For Him To Not Be
I Hope That Baby
Knows He Will Be
He'll Look Down From
And See The Tears
His Family's Shed.
This Baby Boy, You
See, Will Never Have
The Many Firsts That
With Each Year Of
No First Baby Tears.
No First Baby Years.
No First Baby Steps.
No First Baby Words.
Goodbye My Precious
I Will Not Forget,
The Anticipation That
While Waiting For Your
You're In A Better Place
And You'll See What
The Beauty Which
And The Overwhelming
The Good Lord Who
Will Hold You In His Arms.
He'll Embrace You And
And Make Sure You're
Copyright © Karen Harris | Year Posted 2010
"Tear for My Sweet Baby Boy"
as the tiny white casket was lowered in the cool rain
a Mother's warm tear fell from deep intense pain
the loss of a child; so precious, special and new
eluded Life's chance to breathe; denied, had he grew
a tender expression of a loving heart broken
while the tragic tear tumbled, in sorrow unspoken
it cascaded onto the covered glass enclosure
touching a sweet baby boy assigned to Heaven's disclosure
as Angel's held this tear on their long journey's flight
kissing a sweet soul to be his guiding light
soon a new little star appeared in blue sky without fear
etched emotions cuddled by a Mother's loving tear.
Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
My sweet baby boy,
You’re no where in sight
How my heart aches to hold you,
Kiss you good night
Tell you bedtime stories
Plug in a night light
It’s not fair
So very unfair
How I lost you
I let you down
Please remember mommy loves you
Can’t stand the truth
Mommy doesn’t have you
Doesn’t even know you
Need to find a way
Back to you
Rage my son
My little baby boy
My head held low
Ashamed of what ~ I’ve done
It’s your birthday
2 years today
April 23rd the day you were born
Held you in my arms
Only to let you go
I can’t stand it
Look myself in the mirror
Tears won’t stop
Falling from my eyes
RAGE ~ my son
Sweet baby boy
Copyright © Cristyna Small | Year Posted 2011
I do not know?
The little drummer boy....
He played this beat for you
But you could not hear
Still, he kept rapping upon that drum
Even as the salty tears began to flow
Standing all alone
As the Heavens rains began to pour
Yet still, he played
With somber upon his face
While the world about him
Continued to fade away....
Drumsticks made of flames
And Angels, that often sang
The tunes of tomorrows, beginnings
Amid, todays, shades....
He played and he played and he played
But no one wanted to dance
Because no one could hear, or see
Nor, did they ever understand?
Standing all alone
They laughed while he stood
Watching, the mountains melting into the sea
The stars, waving their forever goodbyes
To the shadows, upon the rise....
Beating his drum, to these end of days
While humanity bathed, within its moment
Frolicking within the merriments
Underneath the blinking sun!
Living, but dying....
Within these evaporating dreams
But still, he played, rap tap tap
As the end of tears, continued to fall
Yet, again, they could not see, nor did they hear
So, how could they have ever known?
Though some did, oh, how they loved him so....
The Little Drummer Boy!
Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013
Dear Sweet boy, oh how you could never know
There was once darkness that hid me from life
Each and every day the darkness would grow
Relief from the dark came only by knife
With each slice my pain would slightly subside
Adrenaline would rush and I’d feel alive
For a short time I would not need to hide
You are my saint, the reason I survived
The keeper of joy, my savior from death
My little hero lad please never lose sight
I owe you my world and every last breath
Destroyer of darkness and my bright light
Dear sweet boy, never keep your gift quiet
For you are sacred my sweet sweet Wyatt!
Copyright © Dana Foster | Year Posted 2016
Nineteen years ago, a precious gift, given to me
Having a son to call my own, forever to keep
A bond between mother and son, never to be broken
A love so great, to define in words, could never be spoken
Frequently I visit that night, just to hold you in my arms
To remember what it feels like, to shelter you from harm
October 31, 1996, my life became anew
Family gathered outside, waiting for the news
Your dad and I so anxious, to look upon your face
As time drew near, our hearts began to race
Counting every minute, as time was passing by
The wait finally over, as we heard your welcome cry
Neo Natal called to stand-by, my heart dropped in my chest
Asking God to intervene, He proved His faithfulness
In my arms you was placed, I thanked God above
Perfect in every way, a son to forever love
That evening I held you close, not wanting to let you go
The peace that entered from within, forever to hold
Contentment for hours, your face I looked upon
It is amazing, the love, between mother and a son
I have always believed, God holds great plans for you
Always allow Him, to guide and see you through
Running to and fro, quoting scripture from God's Holy Book
As a little boy, in you, the Holy Spirit, overtook
Looking back I see, time refused to stand still
Having plans and dreams of your own, wanting to fulfill
From a baby boy to a man, exceptional you have become
A life of chasing dreams, your future has begun
Always know that through this life, I am close to you
Praying for guidance, your biggest fan, cheering you through
There is no doubt in my mind, great things you will accomplish
Hold to the hand of God, my son, He will give you the life He promised
Born unto me, innocent, and pure as the driven snow
When my time comes to part this life, I pray you will always know
I am watching from above, as all your dreams fulfill
As you travel life's roads, asking Jesus to take the wheel
A perfect mother, I have never been, though I love you so
All that I have taught you, I pray you will forever hold
Jesus is the way, with Him you are never lost
Never turning your back, always looking to the cross
No words could ever explain, the love a mother holds for her son
The joy you have brought to my life, never to be undone
As long as the sun rises and cast itself upon the sea
To me, my baby boy, you will always be
Chase your dreams, with God as your guiding star
Become the man God intended, a child of God, you are
Many lessons you have taught me, as I watched you grow
That love exceeds, with no boundaries, a love so unknown
Remember I am by your side, through thick and thin
Never to leave you or forsake you, with you until the end
In life, many will fail you, never to see you through
Wherever you go in life, I promise to follow you
I love you son, as high as the mountains, deep as the sea
Having you for a son has made my life complete
Deep inside, my heart you will forever be
My little boy, I will protect and love, throughout eternity
Dedicated to my son, Colton. From a little boy to an exceptional young man! I love you as high as the mountains, rivers wide and deep as the sea!
Written by: Donetta Harless
Friday, July 29, 2016
Copyright © Donetta Harless | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
Fusion square the shooter traced her moonbeams shock therapy
Bionic's, vesture sequin love's sentinel premonition's swaying children
Johnny Rotten taking notes strike a pose hydro-embryos, bedazzled wombs
Thirteen strings with her will to be merry enshrined their entities lyrical epigrams
Sapient's tattooed time his Star of David; beyond, the mirage ? Polys mischief-makers
Bathos changing chords criss-cross chromosomes beatitude's, power ballad star'spangled stanzas....
Entering, The Prince past her Holy Gates eastern skies Angelica gazing into Hope's eyes breaking bread: His King.
Copyright © Jeremy Street | Year Posted 2014
Each drop tells a story
Of a struggle in life
The first one absorbed, lost in the whole
The remaining photographed
Accusations drowning the certainty
That the least deserving endure the greatest
Tearing at the corners of the eyes
That try to look away
The heart wants to find a different truth
Acceptance is victorious
The page is turned
Copyright © Janet Lorenzo | Year Posted 2015
You Now have your beautiful baby boy,who
fills your hearts with joy.
He is you beautiful baby boy, you give all the love
in the world to him as he is more precious to you
than life itself, you will treasure your beautiful
baby boy forever.
He brings delight to our sight to see your beautiful baby boy
you love and cherish him and care always for him and him alone.
You will be the bestest parents this I know as you have so much to
give him and more.
You beautiful baby boy Ryan is his name and he has everything to gain
as he is your main priority he is your special baby boy who will
always be your little bundle of joy as he is your beautiful baby boy.
Copyright © Leanne Perks | Year Posted 2011
I see God in all of life
in all that's good and true
But most of all, little one
I see God in you
The pleasure of your smile
always so fresh and new
The light shining in your eyes
the deepest shade of blue
Your loving nature, tender spirit
your joy and eagerness too
A gift from Heaven, sent
to fill an empty space
Loneliness and yearning
gone without a trace
Peace and contentment now
resides in their place
God's love in precious form
the wonder of His grace
All of life is mirrored
in one tiny face
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
My boy and me.
On the bed my pal sat drawing,
My boy,one gem,"it's me time"
I hug him,"why not art making",
Duo get a key job to chime.
Big tax kid,go for nap dreaming,
Up now, sip tea,eat bun,boy mine,
We go for fun,uno shuffling,
Far is the zoo,we jog and mime.
Oh!the joy of fox,cub, stories,
Day is gay,ink in the glories ,
Pet dog in red cap hurries.
Man in his eye,my son Saad,
Fan of non veg,dad is Bernard,
Mom in the gym,for lad it's hard.
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except for rhyme words.
Lines must have 7 or 8 syllabic count
Rhyme Pattern: a-b-a-b-a-b-a-b c-c-c-d -d-d
My first attempt..quite time demanding and brainy.,
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Copyright © Rizwana Bhurani | Year Posted 2016
today a child is born he is my first born son
let all the birds chirp with joy
here he is, world my baby boy
i am so proud of this little fellow
i have so much to tell him when he is older
but for now i will burp him on my shoulder
son be better than i, son when the going gets tough please dont cry
there is so much positive things to do
make me proud, proud of you
as long as you be the best you can
then i dont mind you little fellow calling me dad
with this last name you shall carry
uphold it and make yourself and i proud
for i promise nothing will stop me from loving you
son you are my joy
the greatest gift my baby boy
Copyright © autry emanuel | Year Posted 2013
Devil in disguise
Yet this boy is so caring
He is also so considerate
He’s a diamond in the rough
My athletic boy
Proud of him
Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
straight to him
his open glove
it goes past
sees his pain
can't hold on
now all gone
stop the ball
stop the boy
stop this time
from flying fast
Copyright © Blythe Journey | Year Posted 2009
I do not know?
It became much clearer as time carried on that, We, were going to soon
Rock this place; chasing, their hounds of hell across love's landscapes ?
Standing like a ghost and yet, His Spirit, atop her mountain side; evolution springs
Forth of colourful banners, while thirty years passed by; reciprocal this warmth
Consecrated, dreaming and Joseph, take your wife as child unto Egypt; contemptuous
Alanis Morissette's Ironic Noah could hardly fathom, their folly ? Rachel, clutching dust
Black curtains raging waters rushing winds lightning, showers tumbling house these cards
Genesis, and evil shall slay the wicked ? Scorpions scaling walls fortress' abodes clay towers
His dragons awake sneering at abomination's mockery; secretions sextette from her lair...
Beautiful's Holy Lamb their blood soaked robes ? Lucid as Gabriel trice, these years; Armageddon.
Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013
MY LITTLE BOY
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Its so hard for me to accept and understand
Why fate dealt me such an unpleasant hand
I was perfectly happy as a household companion
I never had a cause of my own to boost or to champion
Then after nearly forty years I began to feel alone
I realized I hadn’t any emotions I could call my own
I’ve lived a quiet , uneventful and solitary life
At my age, I should have been someone’s wife
I’ve been tending and caring for the offspring of others
I should have been raising my own: sisters and brothers
I decided in spite of my age, I would search for a mate
I joined a several clubs and started to date
I met a man quite handsome and debonaire
I was sure with this man, my life I could share
We were married, for me the happiest of time
Being held and wanted was a feeling sublime
I found my self at the age of thirty eight
Ecstatically happy in a maternal state
After six months I delivered a premature boy
He was so little he looked more like a toy
But from the beginning we knew something amiss
Sporadic outbursts and noises we couldn’t dismiss
He was having trouble sleeping through the night
A series of tests showed he’d never be right
A consensus dully confirmed by medical teams
A dreadful prognosis, that injured my dreams
His mental projection is that of a ten year old
He’ll never function without parental control
My husband insisted it was due to my corrupt DNA
That’s the excuse he used to justify his running away
My little boy (2)
I’m nearly sixty now yet my son is still nine
He’ll always be a child no matter the time
Who will tend to him when I pass away
Why do I feel so guilty that he’s still here today
I’m a prisoner sentenced to life without parole
The only crime I’ve committed are the thoughts in my soul
I’m so confused by this yoyoing of yes and no
I want to care for him always, but I want him to go
My life is lifeless a woman in a child’s world
My banner as a woman has never unfurled
This task will yoke us til I rest in the tomb
From this unending onus conceived in my womb
I need for an object to crash through the air
And do us both or either, I really don’t care
To have such thoughts is evil, selfish and wrong
I cant tell the difference between a sob and a song
There are times when he’s caring and cuddly warm
Then swearing and raging in a violet storm
At the end of the day when he’s asleep in his bed
Fantasies of what ifs are conjured up in my head
I’m not alone in stoking and fanning wanton desires
Those wonderful outcomes burning from unlit fires
My romantic dreams are sometimes suddenly broken
By his yelling and ranting and garbled words spoken
His out bursts may come without any warning
Not even he knows when his demons are storming
There are heartwarming times when he sneaks up on me
Puts his head on my breast and says “I love you mommy”
Most mothers have children that go on their way
But my little boy has been ordained to stay
Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2015
My Baby Boy!
Dedicated to my Grandson, Aidan
One evening in October I was introduce to a new
baby boy. To my dismay I fell in loved instantly
I really never knew love quite like this in my life
But in a breath of a moment he touch my heart
and it was a feeling that was out of sight.
My heart leaped with joy-My tears I could no longer hold back
for the sight of this new grandson
brought me back to life. This Adorable little
man is called my baby boy, the one I love, cherish,
and truly enjoy!
With is beautiful Blue Eyes, I grow weak
His powerful ooohhh's and cooo's
are like music to my ears.
His beautiful smile put me in a trance
He even know how to shift my gears
Knowing he has me twisted around his finger
He is still my little man, he is my Baby Boy!
Alberta J Terry
Copyright ©2008 Alberta J Terry
Copyright © Alberta Terry | Year Posted 2008
How I've lost my baby boy.
To a choir of selfish indulgence.
He's been lost inside a bowl.
A bowl of bloody senselessness.
And I watched him wave his fingers high.
Closed his eyes, and slowly died.
And I wept inside my very soul.
So will someone call an ambulance?
To bring my baby back.
For him to slowly wave at me.
For that feeling that I lack.
And my baby boy, I say again.
He's up in heaven, counting sins.
Waiting for that day and then.
His daddy will come home.
And sing his songs back to him.
In a tone that he won't believe.
In hopes he will forgive me.
So can someone see this reverence?
Inside my baby boy.
That shines deep inside his eyes.
That shines to show his joy.
Copyright © Levi Powell | Year Posted 2005
come to me , my little friend,
Why are you still crying?
My mother is very poorly-
I fear she may be dying?
Please don't cry-little boy,
your mother is going to heaven.
She will be an Angel-
And her soul will be forgiven .
so his mother embrace
her little boy ,
As she closed her tired eyes .
The angels come down
to meet her causing the
boy a big surprise.
the little boy heard a voice-
the voice came from heaven,
His mother is now an angel-
And the boys is now on a mission.
He is now grown man and embarks on a mission.
He is married to a girl who loves and respect his
He will always be so
loyal and he loves his
departed mother and his
family are his world
they now have each other.
the little baby born,
in his house, hir wife make
his world beautiful.
Copyright © Dalip Kumar Dubey | Year Posted 2015
I'd like to have a baby boy that looks like me,
Talks and has motivation just like me.
Plus I'd know his smile would be like my smile,
He's look just like me when I was a child.
I wish I had a son that would call me pop,
He'll be ticklish just like me and laugh none stop.
I wish I had a baby boy, baby boy, baby boy,
One day my prayers will give me a baby boy.
I'd love to have a baby girl that's quiet like me,
But still stands out by word of mouth like me.
Plus I know her eyes would be like my eyes,
She'd be protected by me and also the Most High.
I wish I had a daughter that carried my last name.
She's love cartoons like me, nothing would change.
I wish I had a baby girl, baby girl, baby girl,
One day my prayers will give me a baby girl.
Copyright © Bakari Wright | Year Posted 2006