Son Birth Poems

Games and Life

The Father of My Thoughts Did Not Recognize Me

When I was born,
there was no one to hold my mind.
Only a faded sky and a mother
trembling above a forgotten prayer.
My thought was born fatherless.
And

Before my mom gave me birth

I’ve known my mother 
since before I had a shape,
when my soul — a seed of silent stars,
was still searching for its furrow.

I was an

Beyond Grief's Rusty Gate

so harrowing, life journey from radiant light to pitch-darkness - quote by poet.

 a (groaning) dread 
        

EveryThing Is Going To Be All Right

There’re wars and rumor of wars
There’s war going between Israel and Iran
There’s war between Russia and Ukraine
There’re those who wish to be dictators and kings
There’re

Arian's First Breath

That morning, I prayed
to flickering exit signs,
to humming fluorescents,
to anything that would listen—
in that sterile room.

Then—
your cry shattered the air,
like dawn cracking open night,
sharp, sudden,

My first born

My firstborn son, my heart’s new dawn,
Your tiny cry, the light that shone
In that first breath, I learned to be
The mom I’d always longed to

HEAVENLY BIRTH SON-

I am the sun
from heaven
A son from Heaven
birth radiance
Luminated shine
Brilliant from,
 heavenly born



6/2/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©

New Beginnings

All alone in my silent confessions 
  long I have dwelt on secret battles fought,
and poison arrows of those obsessions 
  alas might

Chronic Pain

No one believes me
They say it’s in my head
But half of the time
I can not even get out of bed.

Then the day came
A new specialist
Let’s

O Father, Tell

What would You do, O Father, tell,
If I should fade like fleeting mist?
Would heaven break, would heavens swell,
Or would my absence not exist?

Would You still

FORBIDDEN APPARENT

Rejection chain reaction
New Born Male Child
A babe suffering during while
A Mother who wanted her son to die
Heaven’s intervention rise
The new born experienced Asthma, Yellow Jaundice

The Morning After

The floodwaters shimmer with opalescence in the morning sun
The torrential rain finally comes to a halt

In the stillness of it all floats the body of

The Tale of Two Patricks

My father was born,
Late on the eve of St. Patrick’s Day,
Inspiring nurses to insist the babe’s name be Patrick,
To which, my grandparents laughed and chose

A Mother's Anguish

Taking a child from an unmarried mother is shocking, many are shamed and shunned by society with many taking their own lives, sadly 
in some