My Son Poems

Fishing Bond with my Son

By the shores of the lakes unexpected bonding
over fishing, my son and I put our hearts and 
soul’s right, while feeling solace in the nights. 

As my son gravitated to the love of fishing
I joined in his enthusiasm where we found
a spiritual healing and mending of hearts.

We listened only to ripples of water,
breathing, with every

For You, My Son, I'll Wait

A crown of thorns it had to be
He cried out in anguish from that tree
No one would listen, no one cared
Then John said brother please be still
Your Father in heaven for you awaits
You mean the world and more to Him
God said for You, My Son, I'll wait

It wouldn't be my son

"He shouldn't be doing that."

"You're the only person he's around, so if he's angry it's probably because of you." 

"You used to be strong, I told you you were strong. I told you that was good. I think that's gone now."

"He loves you tons, he'd be so sad if you left."

"I'd be so sad if

To my son on his birthday

To My Son, On His Birthday


Today you stand, a year more bold and bright,
A soul so full of wonder, joy, and grace.
Each dawn you chase with laughter and with light,
A universe of love shines in your face.

I’ve watched you grow through seasons vibrant hues,
From tiny hands to dreams too wide to hold.
The world feels kinder

For my Son

I can hear your heartbeat inside me 
Even though you're gone. 
I prayed for you my whole life.  
You finally came,  
So full of love and light. 
We were always together.
I  thought we always would be.
I took care of you, and you watched out for me.
Then one day, everything changed. You didn't

For my son on his wedding day

To My Son, On Your Wedding Day


From the moment I first held you tight,
I knew you’d fill the world with light;
Through scraped-up knees and growing years,
We’ve shared laughter, defied fears.

Now here you stand, both proud and tall,
With love beside you, you’ve found it all;
A partner true, with heart so kind,
A bond so very deep, your

Through the Eyes of my Son

My younger son is my best judge, I believe,
  Having spent more time with me, he can assess me better.
   His random statements about my personality,
    I believe are uttered with sincerity, not simply to please.

 To him, the outstanding qualities of his mother
  Are Compassion, Piety and

Still my son

I see you through a smoky haze,
A boy I knew in brighter days,
Your laughter once could light the room—
Now shadows wrap you in their gloom.

Your eyes, once clear, now lost and wide,
Like oceans caught in turning tide.
I reach, but you just slip away,
A ghost who walks in light of day.

You chase a high that leaves

My Son Was Born In Heaven

I had a son twenty years
He wasn't like most teens his age
He didn't need many friends and girls
He's choosy though a bit introvert
My boy was born brave and joyful
Past that I know he was secretly sick
Alone, he made his way to heaven
In heaven, he watches over me
At night, I dream his voice and his face
Saying

My Son I Still Sing To

My Dear Son,
It’s March
I can already hear you—
small feet like birds’ wings
fluttering through the air
skipping, hopping, laughing
chasing me chasing you

your laughter—
a chorus that fills the house
sharp and sweet as a bell
tugging at the edges of the room…..

Futures are fragile
held like a delicate orchid 
between cupped hands—
I see you!!

your hair tangled with the wind.
arms like branches

My Son

Don’t grow up my son
Because there is nothing in life to be won

The sparkle, wonder and innocence in your eyes
Make me wonder if that’s how the Almighty spies

You see the world as it is, all colourful and happy bright
Once you grow up, all the people including me will tint it with black and white

I don’t

My Son

MY SON

In the middle of the City stands a tall gum tree
With a trunk so bright reaching out to Yeah

Jacaranda nearby looking up at me
Yet I stand tall and proud for the world to see

Sun sets on my trunk at the end of the day
Trials Tribulations, I have a lot to say

Don’t mean no harm

The Andromeda Strain Part II: ILMO - my son

Dr. Mark Hall undertook the task of unarming the rigged satellite there in the secluded part of the lab. He is trapped in a section that, due to an oversight, has no substation. He must navigate Wildfire's obstacle course of automatic defenses to reach a working substation on an upper level. The perilous venture becomes

The Andromeda Strain Part I: ILMO - my son

I thought of writing about another High School Social Studies book report. This is an intriguing piece riddled with a complicated set of circumstances. I chose to write it as a short story as it fails in length. About the events that occurred after a military satellite fell from outer space, smack near the town

Letter To My Son

I know you're sick of the cussing and fussing, idle discussion, and running from Hell's suction.

Spending all day doing nothing but stressing.

Just know, every question turns into a lesson, manifested into a blessing.

And even though it's God testing, man, it's gonna be hard.

I know you been scarred and barred,

Changed and rearranged into something mentally deranged

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