Growing Up Son Poems

Help me please!  I'm a kid, and I'm confused. 
Something's wrong with me - 
I like to run wild and free 'neath the sun,
And...

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Love, with all her iridescent shadows,
bruised by trembling winds of melancholy,
grieving the moments before vows were taken,
startling away the fears, the tears, the years
restoring the...

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Mamma, what a lovely angel you are
Before I came into this world you carried
Me for nine gruelling months,
Morning sickness and throw-ups
Is what I gave when...

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A tumour abated alters and waits.
Pathway incised, a new one it makes.
Spreading and forming, roots growing down.
The moment’s now here, a mighty rebound.

Battle exhausted, the...

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Niharo grew herself a strong wise wonderful son.
She showed him there is strength in sensitivity and truth
Listening and helping others was Niharo’s way of life
Her...

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"A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." 

(Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an...

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A crawling held a walled frame as passer-by beheld too
A football helmet and high school pennant encased against a wall
Tapestry of day shades painted wall...

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My dearest son, I hope you understand and know how much I love you.
Your Mom and me live to only see you
Before you were born...

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Feel the fear rushing through your pulse
I'm sure it's nothing like the pain I was forced to endure
I'm sure it's nothing but a misplaced heart...

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The sun is up, and I'm up. Both the sun and I are up, we're up, we're up
Off with my sleeping clothes, off it goes,...

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Pieces

I gather things I thought were important, 
that don't seem quite that way anymore. 
There are pictures of the past, 
and lists of goals for...

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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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Come in
         Take off your shoes
         Wash your hands
...

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I had a happy childhood at first
Yeah I played with dolls to a tragic
Extent. It was a dream of some
Type of female existence.  I...

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They planted me – threw dirt over my heart and soul
Planted, though, I learned to hear hope and joy, 
Listen to the beautiful – fed...

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