Missing My Son Poems | Examples
These Missing My Son poems are examples of poetry about Missing My Son. These are the best examples of Son Missing My poems written by international poets.
Ryan my son, when i visit you
I am glad to be so near
Ryan my son when I visit you
It hurts so bad to see you there
Ryan my son when I visit you
I see where friends have been before
Ryan my son when I visit you
The gifts from friends I do adore
Ryan my son when I visit you
I think of memories I want to keep
Ryan my son when I visit you
The pain I have, it runs so deep
Ryan my son when I visit you
I speak with quivered words
Ryan my son when I visit you
I hope my words don't go unheard
Ryan my son when I visit you
I can't see you, but I know that you are here
Ryan my son when I visit you
The grave you're in
Is filled with all my tears
Piles
Piles of things I need to do...
Piles of things I need to sort through,
Piles of things I'm collecting for his girls when they are older,
Piles of memories some that make me smile and some that make me cry,
Piles for his babies when they are old enough to understand them,
Memories all carefully placed in piles.
Piles of things to toss out of here sooner than never!
Piles containing the importance to his lost life,
Surrounded by my piles that mean so much yet not enough.
These piles mean your life was important!
You did exist but it's now reduced to piles!
Piles I wish you could crawl out of so I could hold you,
Piles I wish you could come out of and surprise your babies,
Piles which can give no explanation to these questions,
Questions never answered as I rearrange and move these piles
Piles of what you were and what you could have been...
Piles of things I need to do...
blues eyes and blond hair,
the reason my lungs breath air.
little smile with puffy cheeks,
for you, my heart always seeks.
little fingers covered in mud,
part of me, flesh and blood.
tiny torso with ticklish ribs,
don't listen to that mans fibs.
each day, one at a time,
good reasons for this rhyme.
i miss you with all my heart,
too much time spent apart.
My babies have all gone,
They've grown and left the nest,
Spreading out their wings to fly,
Upon life's thrilling quest.
The years flew by so quickly.
Babies turned into little boys.
Little boys grew into manhood,
Putting away their childish toys.
I miss those little boy faces,
With their mischievous, winsome smiles.
I miss their childish chatter,
And their creative little boy wiles.
Why didn't I pay more attention?
Why didn't I play with them more?
Why didn't I realize how fleeting time was?
But I didn't and it makes my heart sore.
I miss the little boys that my sons were,
But I'm proud of the men they've grown to be.
They will always be my little boys,
And I will treasure each and every memory.
Kim Merryman 3/10/12
My son my son, how i wish you were home.
The time is coming soon that you will be home;
I can’t wait to see your freckles that appear on your face.
I know (Iraq) has been a pain in your ace, but remember these things! That when
you come home from being in Iraq you will have so much made your home a better
place.
AS IM SITTTING HERE ALL ALONE, WONDERING WHAT LIFE WILL BRING, MY MIND BEGANS
TO WONDER, AS THE BIRDS BEGAN TO SING. THEY ALWAYS SEEM SO HAPPY, AND I WISH
I SHARED THERE JOY, BUT IM A DAD OF AN AIRFORCE SON, AND I REALLY MISS MY BOY.
WE USE TO DO SO MANY THINGS, BUT NOW I DO THEM ALL ALONE, SO IM TRUELY MISSING
MY SON AND WISH THAT HE WAS HOME. WHEN HE COMES TO VISIT ME, MY HEART FEELS
SO ALIVE, BUT WHEN HE RETURNS TO DUTIE, I JUST CANT HELP BUT CRY. SO TO MY
PRECIOUS AIRFORCE SON, WHO'M I LOVE WITH ALL MY SOUL, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE
IT SELF, AND I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW.