Short My Son Poems
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My son, the college professor
comes home for a visit.
He leaves with all his shirts
ironed, my heart on
every sleeve.
Smells of new life blessed
Sleeps, dreams untold gently moves
I kiss his forehead and pray
English poet Rudyrd Kiplng
'My Son Jack' a WWI ode did bring
Alsi known for for the poem 'If'
in a simple style never stiff
The army awarded my son a medal.
"Extraordinary heroism," they said.
They handed it to me and not to him;
My hero-son is dead.
Surely, my son, you work to bless us
Off-the-cuff, like Dr. Watson, no ego, how so?
Needing no reason, you just enlighten.
a beam of delight
as he shows his reaction
opening his gift
This was my son Harley opening his Christmas gift this year!
I gave my son a small pooh bear,
He got frightened oh my dear.
Now he is lying in the corner,
my kid put a blanket to keep him warmer
Soldier on my Son
If not for me
Then for your Mum
For you are the bread winner now
The Man of the House
Our Family Rock
Mr. Biden pledged his word
so solemn, sincere...
He's just reneged on his pledge
~ so insincere, cavalier
I remember my son crying
as Heather's daughter lay dying.
He just cried and cried.
It's still a good memory somehow.
they had a vision
build televison
they out of bed
and uese there head
and got thing done
its turn my son
to web
and
LOOK AHEAD
Form:
My son is a Buccaneer (Orlando Pirates)
I'm a proud Khozi (Kaizer Chiefs)
We’re eternal enemies divided,
But we meet at Manchester United
Grief makes the sea turn
Red and it seems we're lost in
Indigo night, yet
Even death can't break our hearts
For love preserves our union
if this pill of life
his mother once swore to him,
‘was available
long ago i would have lived
and you my son history.’
© Harry J Horsman 2013
In the dark I am alone
Without my wife, without my son
I wish to die but then I cry
I cry, cry and cry
Till the tears in my eyes all run dry
Diddle, diddle dumpling, my son John.
Struggles to slide his trousers on;
seems causation hasn’t dawned.
Put down the dumplings, my son John.
I went with my son to Gibraltar
We went for a swim in the water
An errant propeller
Chopped off his old feller
So now I just call him my daughter
two more days in Florida
then it's over
another vacation in the books
until next year
one more Daytona Beach trip
before my son leaves home
Wow! What a great move!
He fakes them out of their shoes!
Fifty points tonight...
Yeah, my son, 'the superstar'
~ Wish he'd treat his mother right
She has been appearing since my son died
lands on that branch to remind me
God sent me His sparrow
He has not forsaken me
Love goes beyond the veil
As the school year comes to an ending my son seems to have gained a new energy (which has been hidden ) to wake up early in the mornings to watch YouTube
In this Equinoctial Splendor,
Around us cebelean surrender.
Nature’s love doth abound,
Leaping out of the ground.
So why’s my son still glued to Tinder?
"I ran behind a bus", said Ben,
“Saved a good five dollars again”.
“Oh fool!” dad exclaimed,
“My son, I’m ashamed.
Chasing cabs, you could’ve saved ten!"
No one could replace,
One as special as you.
A blessing called my son;
Heaven’s gift to me.
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Dedicated to my son, Noah!
Watching my cartoons
My favorite is Sponge Bob
Yellow with square pants.
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Dedicated to my son Kaleb