Son Birthday Poems

Believe it or not, my birthday’s been great
Though not one I would have predicted,
Assuming that I would be down in the dumps
For being so virus-restricted.

My...

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Father

Father, 
I wish I could sing. 
I would sing about anything, 
... everything...!

Father,
I wish I could write, 
I would pen beautiful...
... words... to You... ...

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Happy Birthday Walter,
We met fifty years ago courtesy of the Goeggingers.

After dating you proposed marriage at a teacher's staff meeting,
I accepted and we were married...

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Oh, it's more than difficult, penning this poem.
It's your birthday,daughter, and with a bad cold, I am stuck at home!

Thank you for your fifty-two loving years...

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March is a month of miracles,
St. Patriick's  Day guests.

The month of  leprechauns and shamrocks,
The luck of the Irish.

The pot of gold at the...

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Wake

What is that noise?
I have heard it before?
In the ramblings...
of my loved ones words? 

I must get up and seek it out.
I rise like the...

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The Mask of Fate
(This poem deals with the Corona Virus. 
It is very intense.)

My kid's school called.  
The college. 
They said that there had...

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I feel you hovering around me,
your presence, your spirit,
a feeling, like fingertips 
lightly grazing the skin. 
Ten years have passed 
since you shook off 
the...

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There is no other you,
Nor shall there ever be again.
One whose birth made angels sing
And your mom so joyful when;
You first came into the world.

There...

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Protecting; To the Last Breath
(a dark moment)

My dear friend told me I was a good mom today. 
I went into the bathroom and tears sprang...

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To MOM; March 11,1979
This is the story of an animal trainer,
Whose mettle and courage, couldn't be plainer. 
A search'd reveal if you'd care to explore,...

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Humble Today

My friend is brighter, 
her tone stronger,
and her face...
clear. 
I can see her spirit...
peering out from the facade, 
of perfection.

She is in the center...

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Lies to Our Self

I will be okay. 
You, she, we, me, us...
are just fine. 
All the time, 
we talk too much, 
and not enough. 

Lose...

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The Passing On 
(things families do, again and again)

The traditions of our house, 
are nearly gone. 
My son will have no children, 
my daughter, does...

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Death Beside the Road

Held in my arms, 
fragile you are... barely alive. 
I can feel your faint breath on my cheek. 
I can even somehow...

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Strong hands who held me up to the sun
A harbinger of knowledge so hard won
By his side I felt so good
Safe and sound like a...

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(not a nice poem... )

Dark is the Art

Lies. 
Evil made up, 
hiding in plain site…

Judgments made, 
of others, 
that can not see, 
the color
of their...

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rictameter

Birthdate
should be special
especially if...
the day occurs in December.
Four days following the Christmas frenzy
our five-year old WILL celebrate
along with his mama
their December
birthdate.

December 9, 2019
IP-028


 
...

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Come Home

Please listen to me. 
You have not "done" anything, 
that I have not done before, 
or if you have, 
then we can still talk....

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Goodbye

I waved as you left the drive. 
I heard your sweet voice… 
ever cheerful.

Hours passed. 
I did the dishes. 
I cleaned up. 
I got ready...

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