Best Sonhome Poems
My son my son, how i wish you were home.
The time is coming soon that you will be home;
I can’t wait to see your freckles that appear on your face.
I know (Iraq) has been a pain in your ace, but remember these things! That when
you come home from being in Iraq you will have so much made your home a better
place.
In the peaceful bliss of mornings early light,
As calm and silent as a graveyard at night.
Thoughts of joy delude the sight,
As the thoughts are of the past and all it’s delight.
Whence the sounds of movement, happiness and joy,
Now is the silence, anguish, unease of the mourning ploy.
Removed from sight but never from the heart,
Always in the mind, even though were apart.
To see and hear you, every day, every part,
Knowing your not there but soon, and with a fresh start.
You will be back here, in the home where you belong,
We can start to build our future, with hearts that are strong.
The bonds that do tie,
Are stronger, even than time.
Times you are absent is time we will bide,
Then fight with all our might until home you reside.
Uneasy are you captors, as their action’s are unjust,
Realising their mistakes, in where they placed false trust.
Panic sets in as consent is withdrawn,
In court there mistakes, they now must scorn.
Their unjust actions, soon to be brought to light,
For their reputation, again they must fight.
But the battle ahead, they know they can’t win,
For their actions are nothing, but filled with sin.
Punishment sounds nice but is not my desire,
Having my kids back in my arms, that’s my prior,
Second to this, have them to reform,
Their policies, their action, to finally conform,
To the vow that they sworn, to protect the children,
Not deny them their happiness or stop them from living
To act where it’s needed, as much as they should,
Not too little or much that reverses the good.
Look deep at themselves to stop all the wrongs,
Come good in their work and have praise as their songs.
Save the heartache they cause for so many families;
And help where it’s needed, not punish minor discrepancies.
I’m not ok
A week has come and gone
You are still not here with me
Waiting for the court to say you can come home to me
Afraid you are that mommy will forget you, but how could I
So precious to me you are my son
Oceans I have cried since they took you away from me
They say that I hurt you, I hurt you badly
But it wasn’t me,
I couldn’t do what they say I’ve don
My world you have been for over the past Eleven years
Holding you, reassuring you that no mater what comes I’ll be their for you
Doctors told me years a go that you would always be special
You were different, respiratory problems such as asthma, and allergies you would have
Sesser’s to, and learning would not be easy ether for you
I just smiled and said that’s ok I’m his mommy and we’ll be fine
I’ll care for him don’t you worry for can’t you see he’s my little man
Loving, holding, caring, and protecting you that is all I know to do
So wile your away, till you come home to me, and for eternity
these things I will do for this is all I know to do
This I write for my little man Wain, I know God will bring you home where you belong with
me and the rest of your family. We love and miss you Wain!!!!