James Fraser Poet Rhyme

You Can'T Have My Son

From a boy of seven 
As i grew through the years
In the back of my mind
That constant fear
 
Memories of my brother
Been knocked down
Brought nightmares and horrors
In memory drown
 
Adult life reached
Kids born and growing
But when that Wednesday came
Past memory showing
 
The call that i dreaded
Had come that day
Your son's been knocked down
On his bike, as he played
 
In my office at work
I fell to my knees
Thinking back to those angels
Release him please
 
Hospital i reach
Tears in my eyes
Now I'm the father
History cries
 
Cubical entered
And the sight i see
Is my son Liam
Crying for me
 
I got knocked off my bike
I have a hole in my leg
 
As i thought of the angels
Who heard what i said
Crying like my father
At his sons hospital bed
 
 
" Dedicated to the angels who released my son that Wednesday "


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Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser May 12, 2015 at 9:18 PM James, we don't want such things to happen and really gets into us whe such takes place... My father was ill for few months before and us been told that anytime he may die... torture are t0he following days... esp when we aren't ready to lose someone we so love.. ~hugs from me..m xxx James Fraser May 13, 2015 at 2:28 PM Having lost my brother Billy, knocked down. The phone call I'd always dreaded, was that one of my kids would be knocked down. Sadly this call came, and it was Liam. I thank Father God that he wasn't hurt seriously, and the Angels were not needed to carry him to heaven. Why I've never had nightmares, I'll never know. Hugs always Oliz, your James xxxx

Jim Fish June 21, 2009 at 11:16 AM Now, this is a Father's Day poem! James, you may have posted it over a week ago but you tell it like it is and, with your words, unleashed the idea of what love really is; personal, poignant, prickly, perplexing and sometimes peaceful. Wonderful read and probably put every parent in touch with one of their greatest fears. It did me... ~<><

Shannon O'Leary June 14, 2009 at 6:47 PM This is a very moving poem! Thanks for sharing and thanks for your comments on my poems! I really appreciate it!

Ashe Kristy De La Keur Scoville June 11, 2009 at 9:51 PM Dear James brings tears to my eyes and memories of my kids in hospitals and praying that they be released to

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen June 11, 2009 at 6:16 PM James, This is a very moving poem. Isn't it funny that even after they're grown, the worry never stops. Even when they are successful the worry contiunues. Keep expanding your talent, my friend. Lovely writing. Lovingly, Dane

James Peranteau June 11, 2009 at 8:21 AM Well Mr. Faser,...Jehovah blessed you and your son !!!! You owe me one,...you made me cry sir. I was struck down at 7,..and in the hospital for 6 months,..God was with me. You made me remember. Sorry. TY for that fine poem !!! james

Sajdah Al-Riyami June 11, 2009 at 4:43 AM throught your poem I Felt Like bursting in tears,I really Had it in My mind that your son Passed away.But reaching the end i was relieved And happy again.Glad for you,and sorry again for your loss.May your Brother rest in peace

Charlene Bird June 10, 2009 at 8:41 PM So happy to hear that your dear child is better. You kow how to bring about the tears James. Another heart felt write.

Maria Elena Enriquez June 10, 2009 at 8:36 PM James praying that your sons is better now. Love your writes. thank you for your messages

Barbara Gorelick June 10, 2009 at 6:35 PM Glad it turned out well. My son was on a ventilator for several weeks recently. It was a horror..glad Liam just had "a hole in his leg". BG

Brandy Megens June 10, 2009 at 6:06 PM heart warming and emotional my friend im so happy he is home

Julie Dalby June 10, 2009 at 2:31 PM James, i enjoyed the read and the style of write even if the story is everybodies worse nightmare, i am so glad your sone is well and smiling with you. JD