Anniversary Son Poems

I went for my early morning run,
just me and my young son.
It was to be a lot of fun,
then home for a hot cross bun.
We...

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Here comes the dawn
of a thoughtful Mourn. 
Month of the desecrated demise
of a Monumental personage.

Unpleasant feels beclouds the air
I consume,
My structure reconciles itself
to the dreadful...

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“MORE THAN HOPE”(written by: Michelle Lynn LeBlanc 11/01/2023)
Dedicated to my son, Jayden Donald LeBlanc
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You have given me More Than Hope
When hope was all I had
The...

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Now that you walk the earth, 
we await your story dear child

Were you sometimes seated in there 
in a floating dream curving a path 
like...

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HEAVEN SEND ME A MIRACLE 

I walk on by and see you smile rainy nights keep you in my arms
longer than awhile.
hope is kept with...

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October 7th, 2022 upon second anniversary of mine papa's passing...

Death no longer jars, nixes, 
and rattles mine sense and sensibilities
without pride or prejudice
no matter (even...

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D ying without warning those three sad years ago
E ven now I truly can't believe son that you had to go
A lone am I since...

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the big hot sun  
work for one   
now for fun 
we can run 
yes my son 
you have won  
playtime is...

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Momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday 
during month of May
can be traced back 
to ancient Greeks and Romans
devotional festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea...

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Elysian fields long since embraced dada's soul
which rocketed into aerospace
(courtesy General Electric satellite)
just a tad more'n eighteen plus months ago,
nevertheless melancholy
still plucks mine heart strings.

Mine...

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969 A Thousand Years of Ticking Time
David J Walker  

Mr. Methuselah
	A word please
It’s about time 
To reveal what you know and
When you knew that...

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Two years near passed
Since you have gone
It feels like only yesterday
When you were taken
Without a warning
On that terrible day
That Friday morning
Oh how I cried...

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Professed paean pronounced
and adroitly produced
upon spirit of deceased
named Boyce Brandon Harris.

First year anniversary since
cremains distributed across four winds
his soul remains alive within me.

Impressed upon mine...

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Since the day I was conceived, her delicate hands have held me. 
Since the day I was created, her hands floated my first endeavor. 
At...

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When a person dies so young, I have to ask why.
I still miss you as each day passes by.
When my brother told me how sick...

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