Winter Father Son Poems

i.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
My wife and son lay silent, all tucked...

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Wedding gift to me from my grandpa,
was antique with an obvious flaw,
a three legged table made of oak,
made for him special and was bespoke.

It was...

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In the winter of my years, stands my barren tree
Its leaves stripped by autumnal winds
Against hope, it had one life left to give
I blew a...

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A boy saw his friends flying  the balloons 
and went to his father crying in saying , " 
Daddy ! It is my birthday too,...

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Echoing all around
Beauty of Winter stream
Frozen droplets seen
Birds from the forest
Greeted our tourists
My Creator, my heart 
You are Master of fine art
Our harmony accords
Glory to...

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"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and 
can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words"
 ...

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*LETTER TO MY FATHER*

 
Dearest Father
With heart ripped into rags and shreds I write ? to you tonight
Trembling hands and ink made of tears and...

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Deep inside are colors
Laced with winter blue
Lost about this madness
Nothing less than you
I remain misspoken
Afraid of many things
Without a trace of sadness
Lost without a clue
Mixed...

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of an dying autumn day.
The gentle breeze tosses
scarlet leaves before him.
…into the ember fire sky 

His thoughts drift,
a familiar voice is heard talking near.
…speaking of...

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Winter solstice is approaching. Night advances as
day retreats, aiding my studies, though December
winds and persistent festive music cut, cold and 
careless, to the heart. I...

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Poems about Children IV

Salat Days
by Michael R. Burch

Dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch, Sr.

I remember how my grandfather used to pick...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers IV



Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a...

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When I hurt my finger, cried out in pain,
We were chopping wood taking it in turns,
father said “ Old saying - no pain, no gain!”
“Think...

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BEYOND THE SNOWS OF WINTER

You go on ahead, my son,
I’ll catch up with you when the snow reaches the end of winter
You have your life...

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14 degrees below zero in our backyard
The black midnight air is paralyzed like glass
Laid flat on a metal slab
Still for its hammer autopsy.

My son and...

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