Our Little Boys

Look at our three little boys all grown up. You'd be so proud of the men they are today. They think of you often and what'd you say to them today. I wish you could have been here to see them grow into the men they are today. Their no longer the little boys who use to need us to need us to make their bumps and bruices go away. Their now the strong men that have their own family's. You gave me three angels from above but, you were taken from us to soon. I know your always watching after them from above. Even tho their all grown up they'll always be our three little boys.
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Tsiluma Avatar
October 6, 2012 at 12:21 PM
Hey Sasha, this is a very nice write. It has a positive feel to it and it flows smoothly. Just lovely!
Brown Avatar
September 30, 2012 at 9:27 AM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer you today Sasha. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Hoping you find even more inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Thank you for sharing. Love, Carol
Palmer Avatar
September 26, 2012 at 3:58 AM
sad and sweet,nice write Sasha,welcome to the soup,read a few poems see how the more experienced writers go to work,what you lack you'll soon have in abundance.nuff luv Richie
Andresen Avatar
September 26, 2012 at 3:51 AM
Another touching poem. So painful to lose children, those who have never experienced it can not quite feel the grief. Well written ...... you're good. - oxox love Anne-Lise :)
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September 26, 2012 at 3:04 AM
im new here and i would really love some feed back on my poems. Thank you in advanced!
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