Best My Son Poems

Mourn not my Son... your Father's dead
And there's nothing to be done.
Do not mount the battlements in my defense
As the race was fairly won.

The kitchen table has not been set...
My chair lies stark and bare.
No one leans against the window sill
To enjoy the good night...

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My Dear Son,
It’s March
I can already hear you—
small feet like birds’ wings
fluttering through the air
skipping, hopping, laughing
chasing me chasing you

your laughter—
a chorus that fills the house
sharp and sweet as a bell
tugging at the edges of the room…..

Futures are fragile
held like a delicate orchid 
between cupped...

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Aged four and half, first day at school
he was going to prove he was no fool,
through boredom disrupted his class
which continued each following day alas,
by luck or fate proved he was not pathetic
my poor boy was diagnosed as dyslexic,
many years past struggling but determined
With this...

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Your going has left a hole in my heart that time,
The Great Healer, cannot repair.
Your going has left a hole in my existence
That forever and beyond will not heal,
A hole ever expanding from its own nothingness,
A hole through which all the goodness,
All the kindness of...

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My son, my one and only
To you, I give my hand
You left us grieving for you
This dark and lonely night
Take my hand and lead me
Leave me not in despair
Let me join you this present hour
For my heart can not go on
A moment more without you
My...

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You came to me before I was ready
I cried when I heard of your existence
Over night my youth was gone
Worried sick that I wouldn’t be good enough for you
Clueless on what expect for the future
Carrying you under my heart for 9 months long
I knew that...

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Lucas my son, you are my world
My amazing bundle of joy
Born 8 pounds and 8 ounces
Words cannot express the love I have for my baby boy
Your birth was difficult
We had alot to face starting out
But with all the pain and the emotional stay
I would do...

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How could you turn your back on him?
What has he ever done to you?
Except to give you all his love,
So innocent and true.

You disappear for years on end,
And never leave a word.
No birthday cards or Christmas days,
I find that quite absurd.

He is not alone in...

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we're in a cafe and he's unsure if he can
finish his slice of CAKE, one of those 
fondant numbers and so we've made an arrangement
which will allow me to consume half of it
but then, "dad, i actually think i can finish it."

i get a message...

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Eddie, could not have had a father better than you.
Think of all the places you took him, including to the zoo.
It’s mind blowing for me, to just count the hours,
That you spend at baseball,(I am glad for you.when it showers!)

You’re teaching him the Christian life...

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No longer an orphan, my son, please know 
That I will  comfort your nights when fears call,
And teach kindness along the way, although 
I'd let you brave life's challenge  after all… 
Yet kind we'd be, heart to heart, side by side 
Playing rough-...

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Dedicated to Jim and Jeffery

 I sit here and listen to him breath
as he sleeps
This little guy has touched
my heart so deep

He was created by another
Who left long ago
But God allowed me here
And his DAD I am known

He follows me and watches me
In all that...

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Isis stole my son.
My hand was clasped, tight, I swear
Our fingers entwined, as he tugged me, eagerly, around the fair

From the ducks, to the teacups, his smile was mine alone
We were two, hand in hand, tone within tone.

A plane, it juttered, just above his sweet...

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Sweet
precious
beautiful
scion of mine;
feeling so humbled
seeing this miracle;
he is a pure gift that comes
from no less than heaven above
and it is no small thing that he who
has arrived fresh from God's glory loves me....

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My son, John, was an engaging fellow, who was barely ten years old;
And liked frogs, marbles and playing ball, in luscious, noontime gold.

My son, John, was rather a dreamer, like the lazy cloud, sky features.
My son, John, was a leader, like a plum sky moon,...

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