Best On Writing And Wordsbaby Poems


* Happy Birthday My Son

Walking around in the store
down the cake isle I see the
cake mix I use to buy for you.
To bake your all time favorite,
cherry chip, white icing with
canned cherries on top of it.

It made me sad because your
not here for me to make it for you.
I almost bought it anyway to make
it and bring it to your grave and we
both could eat it together but it would
not be the same so I left it there.

I came home got out your baby book
flipping through the pages of photos.
You were once so small, so innocent
my baby boy how I miss you son.
So are you having cake in heaven?
along with your chocolate ice cream.

I cant believe it has only been 7 months
sense your passing it seems like a life time.
Are you and Maggie behaving and doing 
all the things God is asking you both to do?

'Happy Birthday' my Son never forget that
because God took you with him first does,
not mean you and maggie are not in my thoughts.
You are my heart both of you I will see you 
again some day but until then just know your
Mom is okay and wishing a great and happy day.

* Come See

Come see! Come see! shouts the children.
For this day there has been a baby born.
His parents traveled many days and nights,
all the towns, cities would not allow them rest.
They were so tired, exhausted, the woman was
expecting a baby like no other ever known.
She riding proudly upon the donkey and her husband,
at her side leading them slowly over rocky paths and
up many steep hills but they never thought of stopping.
Every door knocked on denied them entry, telling them
no room here you most move on for your kind is 
unwelcome here in this city, town, country. 
Never once did they complain all she knew was the
baby was coming soon so when all impossible that
there would be no place for rest they knocked one
more time on a small door in the far away city.
The keeper came and said Move on I have no room 
for the likes of you, but sir my wife is with child it
will be born this night then I have a empty stable you
may use good night sir now move on.
So they walked down the road a little further and there
it was this small stable with a horse, a cow, some sheep
and much straw and hay and there he helped her down.
With in hours the baby came it was a boy child and the
sky lite like diamonds and one star shinned brighter
then the others leading those in the desert to this child
who was born this day in Bethlehem His name was JESUS!

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