Parents Child Poems

Though little Suzie was wild about horses, she was too young to ride,
At just five golden years old. Like summer faded, where nature sighed.

Playful Suzie...

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She updated her picture on Facebook today
Smilling by flowers, nothing to get in her way
On seeing the picture I just couldn't hate 
The person she...

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Life shattered by the state
merciless and heavy handed...
It may seem as if a fate
threw you here to be stranded.

All alone with your sorrow,
with the grief...

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Welcome to the world
My precious Little One
The personification of innocence
A bond never to be undone

Holding you in my arms
For the very first time
Bridges the expanse
Between...

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#Mothers_ache
She said; I can't be angry with her because something bad might happen to her, deep in her voice, I could sense motherly love and...

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       I never knew you ...

yet you were mine -
mine as completely as any other that ever
drew breath or...

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I’m often told I am not good enough,
According to my mom, I do nothing right. 
She yells and insults and leaves in a huff.
Her cruel...

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Pete Kovacs was a cop based in Cyprus, a small mid-western town
Nothing much happened with regards to crime from sunup to sundown
But on the 4th...

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She whispered sweetly in his ear;
“Do you have candy here for me?”
And since her parents could not hear-
she knew Great-Grandpa would agree.

“Do you have candy...

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Month being counted like other children,
Date of celebration of all children,
Hi date of all children,
We haven't live you alone.

Mother who have the children,
Are you considering...

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I have lived in many houses,
but never at home.
The plastic bag in which I kept my belongings faithfully aided me
with getting here
and there,
while facing the...

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She was so excited and happy
It was her 5th birthday today
She had a lovely fun party
Lots of goodies came her way

She loved all her presents
But...

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those days are gone, those days of midsummer,
when Sun beat down on open roof tarmacs,
lanes of limestone houses I remember,
that sheltered the travellers with rucksacks.

black...

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a child’s love
is the love that’s born
to soar away …
and while we may
surrender our grasp to
grant them leave -
to press their precious
wings upon the wind
and...

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I wish to bring your kind attention about a sadness,         That is the real darkness below the...

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