Best Sonson Poems
One in a million’s not enough
To say what he meant to me.
One from out of the whole wide world
That is what the theme should be.
He was my son, my only son,
The first of my children three.
I knew that I was truly blessed
When God sent him down to me.
He was born hungry so he cried
For a bit those first few days,
Until his mother understood
The feeding schedule maze.
Once his hunger was satisfied
And he had begun to grow
No sweeter child has ever lived
Nor delightful one to know.
His complexion would put to shame
Any model’s of the day,
His nature, that of an angel,
Was his for a lifelong stay.
He welcomed first little sister
When he turned the age of two.
No jealously did he display
And he knew to be gentle too.
He had pets and he treated them
With great tenderness and care.
If anyone or thing was hurting
My son was the first one there.
His elementary teacher said,
When trouble brewed on school ground,
My son found the way to fix it
If a fair fix could be found.
He had a very brilliant mind.
He read books to make him think.
If we had a knotty problem
He’d be first to fix the kink.
He gave measure for full measure
And then gave just a bit more
When dealing with his fellowman
Whether they were rich or poor.
He loved this world we all live in
And could always find a way
To find enjoyment in it.
He made the best of every day.
He brought me no pain or sorrow,
But filled my heart with pride
And happy to be his mother
Until the sad day he died.
God sent His angels down for him,
Just before he turned fifty-six.
He’d been born with a heart problem
Even my bright son couldn’t fix.
won 6th place in Linda marie's One in a Million contest.
For One in a Million Contest
Dear DaD,
Please do not think of me and weep.
I did not die on that dim lit street.
I'm the sun that shines on you in a warm loving way.
I'm the son you'll reunite with on some future day.
I'm the young man in your car whom you taught how to drive.
I'm the little boy who looked up to you as I walked by your side.
I'm the sound of children laughing full of happiness and glee.
Do you recall how much I'd laugh when you'd often tickle me?
I'm all those Birthdays and Christmas Holidays that you never forgot.
You would shower me with presents whether I was a good boy or not.
I know that you miss me, that's why I show up
in your dreams as a child or sometimes grown up,
but after the dream has ended, you awaken feeling sad.
Perhaps this will cheer you up.
You Were The Greatest Dad I Could Have Ever Had.
You took me out camping and taught me how to swim.
We'd race and play games and you'd always let me win.
You took me bike riding every morning before school.
All my friends used to tell me, "Your dad's really cool."
I'm all of those bright blue eyed boys that you occasionally see
who all seem to have a striking resemblance of me.
So please Dad, don't ever think of me and cry.
My Presence Is All Around You.
I will never die.
Your Loving Son Always,
Michael
05/04/1974 - 10/27/1991
You Will Never Be Forgotten
You Will Always Be Loved
Rest In Peace My Beloved Son
"To the one held responsible and accountable for my son's death.
To the one responsible for taking my son's last dying breath.
To the one who caused so much misery and sorrow to your family and mine.
To the one found guilty of manslaughter who has now served his time.
If you are truly remorseful, then I've only one last thing to say to you.
If you are truly remorseful then I Forgive you."
Our love had been built on a firm foundation
Trust, compassion and fidelity as well
I thought there’d be no cause for consternation
We thrived for a time in a magical spell
He was my white knight and I remained his belle
Never a doubt, certainly no confusion
Any misgivings his blue eyes would dispel
But moving in marked the end of illusion
~~~~~~~~~ Volta ~~~~~~~~~~
His son emerged from video seclusion
This twenty-year-old had never worked a day
He found my presence to be an intrusion
He flung jabs in attempts to drive me away
Thought we had it all, but his son was the boss
Now I’m struggling to recover from this loss
*Entry for Dr. Ram's Spenserian Sonnet contest
I watched my son at his soccer game
Run away from the soccer ball;
I watched my son strike out four times
In his game of Little League baseball;
I watched my son at his football game
Sitting still on the end of the bench;
I watched my son dribble the ball off his foot
Helping the other team, the game to clench.
I watched my son at the holiday chorus
Never move his lips when the class did sing;
I watched my son at the school assembly
Not get an award for anything;
I watched my son at the science fair
Display a project that came out wrong;
I watched my son at his piano recital
Play a totally unrecognizable song.
I wake up every morning and thank the Lord
For making me such a proud Pop;
That boy of mine, wouldn’t you know,
Is a regular chip off the old man’s block.
A close connection to each other
Valued time is spent each day,
A young boy and his father
Its ment to be this way.
What will happen to this
When the mother decides to go,
The child is taken away now
New where abouts he dont know.
A father's heart is now shattered
For what is there left to do,
Without his precious son there
His life is meaningless and blue.
Wanting only to be the best ever
He sits in a cell thinking what he had,
Missing his son and new memories
His son is missing more....his dad.
Even the miles between them
Can't take what is in the heart,
Knowing they will soon reunite
Will help them while their apart.
One angel sent
One promise made
May all this pass
As you have said.
A voice echoes
Prepare the way
Repent, repent
Heaven is near.
O happy day
Word becomes flesh
And angels sing
A song of hope.
Mother and Child
A holy night
She rocks her lord
In loving arms.
Sawdust flying
Carpenter's boy
Does he yet know
His foretold life?
Then he is twelve
Worried parents
Where have you been?
My father's house.
And now he knows
It's in his eyes
The only man
That knows his death.
The blind man sees
The deaf man hears
O praise the lord
Many believe.
Crows are thinning
Masks are lifting
Abandon now
Or stay, be saved.
Wolf among sheep
One amongst twelve
Silver and gold
Exchanged for life.
Plots, betrayals
One kiss of death
A fallen ear
Captured, at last.
Take the coins back
Thrown on the floor
Agonized soul
The price of guilt.
I know him not
I know him not
I know him not
A rooster crows.
Whips burn on skin
Blood an water
Innocent man
Nailed to a tree.
A crown of thorns
Digs into flesh
Painted in blood
"The Son of God."
Tears and laughter
One humbled man
And before him,
A world of sin.
The world goes black
Forsaken son
A curtain rips
Needed no more.
Then it's over
The deed is done
Body hangs limp
The blood has dried.
Yet there is more
On the third day
His grave is bare
Hell has freed him.
A love so great
A man so pure
That even death
Could bind him not.
So praise the Lord
Follow his light
Truly he is
The Son of God.
Form:
Oh son of mine- Oh son of mine’
I reel and rock sit marking time
Can’t you see or are you so blind
Oh son of mine- Oh son of mine
Oh son of mine Oh son of mine
mother can only do so much
I do love you and feel your touch
Your wrong choice has made my heart crush
Oh son of mine- Oh son of mine
You are pulling at my heart
Strongholds are keeping us apart
Choices you’re making are not smart
Oh son of mine- Oh son of mine
I don’t know what else I should do
My prayers are with you all year through
I will stand in the gap for you
Oh Son of mine Oh son of mine
This is certainly no facade
Road you chose I refuse to trod
I must now release you to God
* For this child I prayed, and the Lord hath given me my petition
which I asked of him: Therefore also I have lent him to the Lord; as long as he liveth, he
shall be lent to the Lord...I Samuel 1: 27-28
M y Son Jared inspired me to write
Y earning to write words of beauty
I inspired by the Gift I gave him at birth returned
N ever taking much time to think, written from the heart
S someone who pushed me to be more than I was
P artners in writing collaborations, two minds to one
I nterpreting messages without thought between us
R enduring thoughts to pen
A lways there for a kind word or debate
T empting the progression of talent
I nvigorated with the pen and paper
O blivious to my surroundings when in write
N ever forgetful of the Son who prodded me to Poetry
M uses dance around him
Y eilding not to daring subject
S on I thank you for your inspiration
O n so many levels
N ever forget how much I love you
To my Son Jared........Thanks......Dad
Jesus,
Eternal Son of our days,
it is You who lights our way on our sojourn here.
Ever the Light,
Your Presence shines outward from our lives,
brightening those areas of our influence about us.
And all of this only possible because of You,
Eternal Son of our days.
You who are constantly and unwaveringly ever present with us;
Your Spirit ever desiring to empower us
with the Presence of His Companionship-
We need only acknowledge this to be full beneficiaries
of all He would give us ultimately to advance
Your Father’s Kingdom.
Form:
I recall when my son went to grow his first mustache.
After the manly thrill, of shaving once a week had passed.
He'd spend an hour in the bath, gelling hair so straight up it would stick.
Then he'd come down to breakfast, strutting his upper lip.
I tried not to laugh, while biting the inside of my cheek.
It looked like a Porcupine on his head, but his stache was weak.
It looked like a cross between peach fuzz and a prickly pear.
As if they drew straws, to see who, on his lip, would stick out where.
He'd stroke his lip with thumb and forefinger, to draw attention to it.
He'd turn his head this way and that, so from the light, the few hairs were lit.
Well, time has passed and his stache manned up along with his beard.
Although it will never be of Mountain Man caliber, I fear.
But he does do "scruffy" well and the girls all seem to like it.
And you know, my girl charming son, works it to his benefit.
For my oldest son Jesse.
Just something to embarrass you with.
Hey, it's my job.
We all have had our moments with our children.... Especially the messy moments... The
diapers so full of poo that it is almost gooshing out... Yea gross I know, especially if you are
a first time mother.... These experiences are one of many more to come... To my surprise
this morning as I was playing on the computer (myspace) Paying no mind to my 7 almost 8
month old son Trevor playing quietly in the living room. Thinking all was good and clear...
Thought I had absolutely baby proofed everything.... All the sudden I heard a cry and I didnt
see my son hiding behind his bouncer in the corner... Niave me so so niave thinking he is
just stuck and is fussing because he cannot figure out how to get out of the corner.... (Don't I
wish).... As I peer around the corner there sits my son with two big fists full of dog poo...
Covered from head to toe and luckly if you want to call it luck it might have just been the
smell that convinced my son not to put his hands in his mouth... I just stood there looking in
amazment how did I miss that, OMG look at my son, OMG is that my son.......? So i run over
pick him up under his arms holding him out before he can get a hold of more than he already
has... My hands are full I bang my head against my Mom's bedroom door telling her to come
help... She comes out and just laughs ( Thanx mom) after having her moment of hurmor we
put him in the tub clothes, diaper and all and just start wiping off all the poo... Me half gaging
my son just sits there playing so innocently... After cleaning off the poo we strip him down
and stick him in the sink run clean water with LOTS of bubbles.... I mean LOTS! I had to get
rid of the smell... Soaking the rag in Johnson & Johnson baby soap I start to clean my son...
He just looks up at me with those big beautiful blue Trevor eyes and smiles....
Form:
My son rises each morning and easily awakes;
He runs into my room and gives me a hardy shake.
There is no sleepiness in the sound of his excited voice;
The things that he says to me make me smile; I have no choice;
“Dad, Count Dooku has light sabers of both red and green!”
Or, “The triceratops is the funniest dinosaur I’ve ever seen!”
Or, “The polecat is the same animal as the skunk.”
Or, “I wish I could take a shower under an elephant trunk.”
There was, “Dad, I think orange is the color that I now like the best.”
And, “Can we go outside today to look for a treasure chest.”
One morning he said, “You know, mealworms can really stink.”
Once it was, “Dad, I saw a tarantula, swimming in our sink.”
Sometimes he tries to whisper, but he hasn’t mastered the technique yet;
I’ve told him not to shake so hard, but often he forgets.
Some people use an alarm clock or a rooster to help them rise;
But me? I have my bubbly son to help open up my eyes.
I married Jane sister of Glen
His my best imaginary friend
And now we have a son
When it came to children we wanted only to have one
Anyway, here is a true story of something that happened when he was four
By the way I am not writing about the funnies anymore
My son was playing outside one day
Mmmm I think it was around the middle of May
All of a sudden he came running in soaked and began to cry
So I ran to him and asked him the reason why?
He said he was playing and having imaginary tea
Then this giant came over and, and weeeeed on meeeeeee!!!
“What?” I said
Horns were growing out my head,
My eyes were red
Axe in one hand, baseball bat in the other
Through gritted teeth I say “I’m going to kill this mother.” (No swearing Sid)
Outside, inside I’m soaked through
My son cries out “He got you too.”
Now from all this commotion
My wife comes down stairs, moving like a locomotion
With a blow dryer in one hand and a curling brush in the other
Here came “Don’t you dare mess with my Son’s” mother
Like a woman possessed
Still sporting her night dress
I even saw Satan cower in the corner
But hey, before I could warn her
Out, in, it must have been two seconds at that
She was standing in the kitchen looking like a wet rat
I began to laugh and my son said “IT’S NOT FUNNY!!”
“HE GOT ME, HE GOT YOU AND NOW HE GOT MUMMY”
Then my son got all brave which made me proud
He opens the door and shouted out loud
“PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE YOU BIG RAIN CLOUD”
Jimmy my son, so
many years ago,
when you were such
a little tot,
your sister and you,
would pay me a visit
every Saturday.
Miss those days of
so long ago, had
many memories to
go with them.
Jimmy I was so
proud of you my
son, day you were
born,
you were my pride and
joy, as every father who
has his first son is.
so we named you
James W. Foulk Jr.,
can't tell you how
happy I was.
It broke my heart
when your mother
left me and I thought
the world had ended.
Heart ache was with me
but got by ok, still had
you and your sister Christine
to see each week.
Many years passed and
I moved to Denver in
1977, so we lost touch
after a while.
Saw you for last time
in 1994, not thinking it
would be last visit
with you my son.
On September 20, 2005
at the age of 39, you left
3 sons behind on that fatal day,
I did come home to see
you for the last time
in your coffin.
Like my dad, I
stayed away from
you and am now
paying for it,
Jimmy my son,
love you and will
miss you so, life
is so short, as I found
out my son Jimmy.
wrote 9-23-08
IN MEMORY OF MY SON JAMES W. FOULK JR. BORN 4-19-66 DIED
SEPTEMBER 20, 2005 IN MOTORCYLE ACCIDENT IN DES MOINES IOWA.
It's the way the world goes around
I change, you change, we change
One minute your up the next you are down
The hand I reach to grab is no longer yours
The voice speaks a different language
The gentle touch is no more
It's the way the world goes around
The hair I stroke is knotted unlike before
The cheeks i touch, rough not the same
The whole persona from surface to core
I change, you change, we change
The way you are towards our darling son
He wants his daddy to be back to normal
How can I explain what is going on
One thing will never change I am his mom
It's the way the world goes around
I won't change nor your son
We are up and you are down