Youngest Poems - Poems about Youngest

Dedicated to my dearest youngest sister, Happy Birthday Lucy (May 31) Age of novice years, a glow of purity along with a smile of innocence, born with a tiny frame yet exuded an ultimate presence. A light like no other, tremendous capability, but how so? In a sky of darkness, you are a tiny dot of bright light surrounded by ones of a larger proportion that casts a shadow...

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Youngest leprechaun intern was a mere boy of eleven He was tiny though, did not look much older than seven. Had a wide smile, and a jaunty way about him, was fun too. He will do, the leprechauns of old said, Oh, yes, he will do!...

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We decided to take a swimming pool exercise class for seniors… we thought it would be sweet… A way to get some exercise and beat the Florida heat. Two realizations hit me as I waded in: One, the water was a little cool, and Two, as I looked around it seemed to me…I was the oldest man in the...

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As the oldest child, I got to choose Before my other sibs. From where to sit or what to do, I was awarded dibs. The fact of being older meant I had a certain clout That might have caused resentment But was always straightened out. My younger grandchild, though, believes Her status holds the keys To open every door she can Which “youngest” guarantees. She doesn’t think...

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Dear Lord, I come to you with a heavy heart on my knees I pray for you to watch over my son yes my baby boy I know he's made mistakes.He has lost his freedom for that.Can you send a Angel to watch over him at night and through the day somehow let him know...

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Ian, my grandson is quite a lively joy, Though I admit, he's often a wilful boy, Study for him is a bore Homework ever his worst chore. Football is the game always his eager ploy. Watch him how fast he runs up and down the ground, Shooting straight and strong and with fine goals astound. Never tires running with speed, But about learning...

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JoLee was the most harmonious fruitful friend I ever had. She was welcomed into our family by sis, mom and dad. Intriguingly quintessential as a human being in every way. Little brother was not thrilled with her, he mentioned every day. The rest of us were smitten by this fireball of a human being. Life seem graceful and delicate around...

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Buddy was the youngest and bravest of soldiers, he left Richmond Hill and his adolescent dreams; on European battlefields he fought and earned valor in Argonne and dominated the combat with gallantry: he was the boldest one, pushing forward and gaining ground, never bared defeat in front of an assailant enemy! Buddy was the most brazen of all and tried to...

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Just four years and I tried to know you To help you get through That soul snatching venom. Just four years of reaching Out searching for your hand... On any forum or phone. Just four years of wanting so Desperately to connect to our mother, Through you, within your swirling art. Just four years disconnected by a few miles And years never knowing I had...

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He was more invaluable to his country than his own precious life, how could a glorious and promising youth with a gorgeous face with a voice not made to chant, and with golden curly hair be sent to war when his slender and feeble body wasn't ready for battle, for the horrors, he had never seen, or even imagined in awful dreams... would the splashing...

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One day I met an old woman, Who said am supposed to greet, Her harsh words made me scared, But then I said "Shikamoo Bibi". With her beautiful white hair, She just look at me angry, She didn't reply to my greeting, I wondered like what I should do! So I decided to go closer, And started taking selfies with her, Again angrily she said...

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When our children were young our family of five was always willing and able to sit, when it was time to eat, around one dining room table. But children grow as do families and though each new addition we adored there came a time when our table couldn’t accommodate our family anymore. The solution to this problem…for a family...

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The breast of this dada heaves with remorseful painful ache as if...the insides of my body into a bajillion pieces break though anniversary of birth, I intended to write, but... did rake akin to hot coals, an overwhelming agony wrought urgent compulsion to slake expunging sudden onset, shook me awake, how this papa brought years of heartache, upon an innocent newborn, oh no...definitely "not fake," and her...

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My youngest son was dropping my iPhone. Unfortunately, not just once, but almost twice. If someone interested- take the mishap and own. He is three years, with fair hair and brightly brown eyes....

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