2 Know Me

I still cry and my boys are pretty much on their own now and sometimes they still make me cry... no truer words were spoken.. glad u enjoy my poetry tonight... Soup anyone? thankxxx for your kind and loving comments... luv... Linda-Marie, P.E.P.S. "Sweetheart"

Hi John. So nice of you to stop by and comment. Wow, its been so long since I've been here. This poem is so emotional and thought provoking. Makes me wonder if you feel sorry for the man or wish you were him. Awesome work. Nice to see you again. love, shar

I cry when I don't even know why. I have a soft heart and tears come to easy. I cry for people I don't even know. I even cry when I sing a sad song or watch a sad movie. Silly me. God Bless Phyl

I cry too when I see people with kids but I do know why.......The Southern Belle

Tears of joy, i believe.great one joni!

Kids are trouble yet are nice trouble all parents love....i cry with tears in my eyes when i see people abondoning kids,i do cry cos kids are a jewel many would wish to have one day or another---there are kids who troubles their parents when growing up,that is sad--yet in the end Kids are kids--well penned my friend---charma

hmmm , so you are worried on your future out looks when you have kids? 2 know you in that moment of what you saw that gave you that thought. don't worry, who knows what will come, very interesting this one

This is filled with emotion....wow, it is from the heart..all those mixed up feelings of parenting....it can be such a blessing...yet in some cases heartache...(but is worth it, for those who are fortunate:) Great poetry, John!!!!

Got it in one , John , or should that be two . Sorry , meant three , forgot to count the baby ... Oh grow-up , Seán ; now I'M in trouble ..

a great write John, some kids are good it's all part of growning up but this day and age more kids are mixing with the wrong crowds and all kinds can happen, God bless you from diane

When I see young families, I often feel sad knowing how much I missed in not raising children. Kids are not always trouble when "they grow up." Some turn around and provide care for their parents, just as you have, dear friend. You certainly have my admiration for all you do to help your father. God bless you! Love, Carolyn