Last Commented Family Poems (502)

WHEN I HEAR HIS JOKES,HE REMINDS ME OF ME.

ALREADY KNOWING THE PUNCH LINE BEFORE HE'S THREW,

HE MAKES ME LAUGH, AND SOMETIMES EVEN PEE,

WITHOUT MY SON WHAT WOULD I DO?

A MIND SO DIFFERENT, SO CUNNING IS HE,

THINKS OUT OF THE BOX INDEED

HIS LIFE WAS TOUGH BUT HE'S STRONG YOU SEE,

WITHOUT MY SON, WHERE WOULD I BE?

HE'S YOUNG, AND LOVING, AND HUGS ME ALL DAY

I GET ANGRY CAUSE HIS ROOM IS A MESS.

WANTS TO MAKE STRANGE CREATIONS, HE THINKS THAT WAY,

WITHOUT HIM FOR MY LIFE I'DE CARE LESS.

HE'S ANNOYING AT TIMES, BUT HIS SMILE MAKES ME FORGET,

AND HE THINKS AT EIGHTEEN HE'S SO WISE

WHEN HE MAKES UP HIS MIND , HE IS CONSTANT AND SET

AND HE KEEPS ME IN CHECK, I CAN'T LIE.

MY BOY IS MY REASON FOR BREATHING TODAY

HE'S SAVED ME FROM DAMAGE I'VE DONE,

I CAN'T SAY IT CLEARER OR IN ANY OTHER WAY

I THANK GOD FOR MY STRONG LOVING SON.

My mum had passed away
but in my heart she will stay
when I am sad I think of mum
when I fall i think of mum
when I laugh I think of mum
when I am asleep I dream of mum
so you see I never lost my mum
and this is what I hear mum say
you may not see me, but you can feel me
when you are sad I touch your heart
and make you smile
when you fall I pick you up
when you are asleep I watch over you
when you laugh I stand back and smile
so you see my mum has not gone
mum is with me forever in my heart

They fcuk you up,your mum and dad
They may not mean to,but they do
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra just for you

But they were fcuked up in their turn
By fools in old style hats and coats
Who half the time were soppy stern
And half at one anothers throats

Man hands on misery to man
It deepens like a coastal shelf
Get out as early as you can
And dont have any kids yourself

MY LOVELY CHILD.

MY LOVELY CHILD I AM UR MOTHER

YOU ARE MY BREATH, HAPPINESS, HELPING HAND.

EVERY DAY I SEE U HOW DO PLAY WITH TOYS,

WITHOUT KNOWING HOW'S LIFE CHALLENGING.

JUST U KNOW HOW TO PLAY AND GET ANGRY WHEN U WANT EAT.

OH MY SWEET MY LITTLE BABY!

JUST U MAKE ME HAPPY, YOU MAKE MY EYES WITH HAPPY TEARS.

I HEAR UR VOICE SAYING TO ME-MAMA!

AND I SEE U MY LITTLE ANGEL!

YOU ARE MY HAPPINESS AND MY DREAM.

A story once told a road of gold
did wind through mountains white
past rivers keen till sign is see
that ends its heralded flight.

Words unfurl in lavender and pearl
to adorn this fateful shrine
They read, "Steer forth towards the north
in a raft on the bay of wine".

The ship is light and moon shines bright
as currents make swift the way.
Your journey is far by the evening star
to the coming break of day.

The sun rises high in an azure sky
when you reach a fostered shore
and are greeted with cheers, hugs, and tears
from teddy bears galore.

They've gathered in herds of pink oxfords
to collect the stranded shells
to place in blocks as forget-me-nots
to the things they love so well.

They've names like Mandy, Toby, Andy,
Jenny and Danielle
Their nicknames and middle names
to each in secret tell.

Upon their crown the little bears gown
a splendid butterfly
its beauty appears between tufted ears
as missly placed bowties.

They spend the day in watery play
or camped by firesides.
Tumbling October leaves
or playing on giant slides.

On swing sets during sunsets,
on walks or holding hands.
In ferris whells above grassy fields
in Autmn colors grand.

When Spring's the day oboes they play;
in Summer picnic all.
On silver skates bless Winter lakes,
and kites loft in the Fall.

When twilights swirl be stills this world
of donughts, mints, and sun
where apple trees wave cinnamon leaves
and rocking horses run-

they sleep the night by candle light
caressed by soft moonbeams
as weariness pries at shoebutton eyes
and music weaves sweet their dreams.

Sincere and true I speak to you
of beauty ro revere.
Special and new though seen by few
I have visited here.

Perhaps one day I'll find my way
back to this dreamy cove
where joy and laughter are ever after
and tebby bears rule with love ... always.

To BAS
a toy

The first time I saw her, I couldn't believe it was true
A perfect pink pudgy lil angel, with enormous eyes so blue
This precious lil creature, lying right here in my arms
Endowed it does seem, with all of heaven's charms

Surely I must be dreaming, for how in this world ?
Could she really be, my very own baby girl ?
So completely amazed, and filled with pride and awe
For a more beautiful child, I had never saw

Now gazing down upon her, surveying what was there
A tiny dimple in her chin, a crown of shiny golden hair
Just a chubby cherub, with only the slightest lil nose
More soft and as pink, as the petals of a rose

Poking two tiny fingers in her mouth, with one small sigh so deep
She drifted off then, into a most angelic sleep
A baby girl angel, surely sent from above
A most special gift just for me, that I will cherish and love

Countdown has begun
for the almighty battle that must be won.
The stakes are tremendously high
I loathe this battle, with a sigh.
It should not have come to this
but many who think they know best
caused more turmoil than sweet bliss.
I must face this evil head on.
I'll do it my way cos I'm head strong.
I will be standing tall and all alone
As this is my path which is cast in stone.
Some do not know how I am feeling
even when told I'm pushed away reeling.
So many opinions but not sound advice
from those whose hearts are frozen as ice.
Long ago I thought all the woe was done
and my life could be joyous and fun.
Will this be the end of my union with evil
or will it continue to worsen and
be a pest, a stinking weevil?
I hope the judgment is fair
or someone may lose all of their hair.
Hopefully his honour, the judge in robes
will consider all facts not just their lies.
I have hope this won't end in tears
but I'm also still plagued by my own fears.
Only time will tell if the judge is fair.
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
countdown has begun.

The Greatest Gift

What power has anointed me with this fate
and opened wider destiny’s hidden gate?
No greater gift can make a man’s life enliven
than to witness the first gasp of a life given!
What greatness have I perceived to have done
that I, surely unworthy, have this prize won?
Could only true love present this priceless gift
and give a simple man’s soul a heavenly lift?
What greater prize can come any man’s way
than to become a Dad on his own birthday?
Now my daughter rests safe within my eyes
protected from society’s encroaching cries!

sonofadam

I look at him in disbelief
For it is my brother I see
Our eyes now fix upon each other
His wicked smile fills me with glee.

Some may say dreams have false meaning
While others observe them with no harm
For this dream for sure I will covet
As my brother and I are wrapped in arm.

Sitting,waiting
Just contemplating
Listening to my son playing video games
"I will train the animal!"
That's what the video game said
I didn't mean my son was an animal