Joyce Johnson Poet Rhyme

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Letting G

Letting Go

Little boy with hair in curl,
Pretty as most any girl.
Feed you well to make you grow.
Wishing time was turned to slow.

Watching with attentive eye,
Guarding from the tricks you try.
Climbing in the apple tree,
Falling may you fall on me.

Proud I am to see you growing,
Even though it's with the knowing,
Each step is one more step away
From the little boy I love today.

For just  this while I hold you tight.
Tuck you in to sleep at night,
Playing my part in bigger plan
For my small son, too soon a man.

By' Joyce Johnson April 2014

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Robert Lindley June 28, 2014 at 10:49 PM This is a true gem. Impressed me from start to finish and has a very special quality about it my friend. So reminds me of my son when we once let his hair get long! It is going into my fav right now and thanks!!!!

Poet Destroyer A April 11, 2014 at 9:53 PM Joyce, :) Congratulations, In Andrea's Itty bitty contest.... Goodnight ~ Linda

Anne-Lise Andresen April 11, 2014 at 1:41 PM - Congratulations on your win in: "Itty Bitty" contest, Joyce !! (My poem was so itty bitty that it dropped out of the contest :))) - Have a nice weekend. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Amy Green April 11, 2014 at 8:46 AM This is so funny to me, everyone thought my brother was a girl and I was a boy as a kid- like this one a lot! Congrats on your placement.

Andrea Dietrich April 10, 2014 at 10:51 PM this was so precious, Joyce. a gem. wish you had put itty bitty in title line so I could have given it better. congrats on my winners' list.

Carolyn Devonshire April 5, 2014 at 12:37 PM Dear Joyce, Love the way you describe the little, curly-haired boy. Indeed, we have to make the most of the time we spend with children. I, too, wish there were a way to stop the clock. Beautiful poem, dear. Love you, Carolyn

Jan Allison April 5, 2014 at 12:29 PM oh only a mother could write these tender words - its so beautiful and reminds me of my son. Hugs Jan xx

Andrea Dietrich April 5, 2014 at 12:40 AM yes, the time goes so swiftly, Joyce. I can feel your love for your own son or sons in this one!

Cyndi Macmillan April 4, 2014 at 10:32 PM Beautiful Joyce. Glad I dropped by your page... sweet as can be. Hope you are well. Cyndi