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Unknown

For the best dad a boy could ever have

I myself have a few words of wisdom to be said:

To walk an inch is sinch,
To walk a whole yard is hard,
But never give up,
Never lose faith in yourself, never,
Or you will never walk that yard.

Love your son.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
About 9 or 10 years ago, when my son was 8 or 9, he left this hand written poem under my duvet. His mum had left a couple of years earlier and he and I were getting on with life, but it wasn't always easy.
Today is his 18th birthday. I still have his hand writtem poem kept safe and sound.
He is the best son a dad could ever have.
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sonofadam

The Bright Red Train

The Bright Red Train

With unbelieving eyes, though it was a glorious day,
I saw a bright red train quickly pass along my way.
At the very first sight of it, the likes I’ve never seen,
I couldn’t help but wonder where the hell’s it been?
It wasn’t until later I thought, where will it now go,
I think I should have followed, now I’ll never know!

sonofadam:-)
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Posted: Sep 2009
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Unknown

Loving Unconditionally

Eyes that have cried and will do so no more
Reflect sadly at the child on the floor
A reminder of passion gone wrong
Even before the child's life had begun
Arms that had loving held the father yesterday
Reach for the child for a hug, a rock and a sway

Eyes that has so much to see tomorrow
Look trustingly into eyes filled with sorrow
And a mouth that yet a word to speak
Smile, a smile that left her mother weak
A mother we had nearly forgotten how to smile
Took comfort freely and innocently given for awhile

These two haven't had much in life so far
But with life they have started a war
One they must win, for a child loved dearly
By a mother who manages to feed her barely
"We will make it my darling" the mother whispered now
"I promise I"ll get us through this somehow."

Looking on no would guess the mother's story
She once had a life just shy of glory
Nor would one believe the child's a millionaire
Granddaughter of a wealthy family, the only living heir
That is the mother's secret as her trials she endure
She choose to keep her daughter and live poor

And though oftemtimes she tempted for her child's sake
Her promise to her child she will never break
Together they will make it through destiny
Loving her child unconditionally
Hoping to give her everything she deserves
Though often she had to dig inside for reserves
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
This peom is about a mother who chooses to keep her baby and fight against all odds to do so though she could have given the child to its paternal grandparents only the wanted the child not the mother or her presence.
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spiritwalker

MOMMY WHAT KIND AM I

Grama what kind am I

My little grandson went out to play some friends he went to find
Very soon was back again with tears that filled his eyes
When I asked him what was wrong my gramdson he did reply
They say my kind can’t play with them
Grama What kind am I?

My heart was really breaking for my little grandson that day
I wrapped my arms around him and wiped his tears away
I thought how cruel the world could be to someone oh so small
Just because his colour was different from them all

You ask me Matthew what kind are you Ill tell you what I see
I see a little boy who looks a lot like me
Whose smile is like the sunshine and brightens up my day
Whose heart is full of laughter and loves to run and play?

You are a Métis Metthew some day you’ll be a man
Hold you head up high stand tall and proud with pride
Stand tall and proud my native grandson and never run away
Stand tall and proud like the mighty oak
Stand tall and proud with pride

Written by
Dorothy Elaine Calvert
Copyrights©
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
This a poem about my grandson and what a lady said to him
her words your kind cant play with my son
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Unknown

To my little sister

I love you like a mother loves a child;
a bond unknown
to the one who brought you here.

I miss you like the day misses the night,
the time where it can find it’s rest
and find the strength to shine again.

I fear you’ll leave me here alone
without the one I taught to walk
along a road so full of cracks that we both fell.

I feel that I’m losing you
through every covered crack,
through every part of you that doesn’t need me anymore.

I’ve loved you, since forever;
since I held your tiny fingers in my own,
and realised you were a part of me.

The lines are blurred, she’s left her mark;
but on you it’s fading so fast I barely see it anymore,
you’re moving on, but without me.

I beg you please wait, please turn around;
I’m here, don’t go - don’t leave me.
I need you, I just need you…to still need me.
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Posted: Sep 2009
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Unknown

BOUT BE VALUABLE

She was formed by a love and hope are wonderful. Planned by a gift of the Spirit in which the simple hearts wrapped. Who can touch what can not be seen by the world. Exhaled to find beauty. Given life to take advantage of the time. Lived by the soul in mind that can penetrate the words. Determined to be valuable.
She was born without knowing what to do. Brought up in a place that is not wanted. Surrounded by dreams that haunted her childhood. Covered lonely without touching the heart. Restored by the spirit that's easy to go out. She stepped in uncertainty. Deny what has been believed. Following a false heart desires. In her hesitation, she tried to chase time. But the more she ran, the further time left. And she wept for herself over and over again. Reason often rebelled, pressing the rest of the pain. She lost in what she called "personal failure". But God called it: "Learning Process".
In the midst of her nightmare, she woke her dressing destruction. Venture at the Future, eliminate uncertainty. Learn to wait, no longer chasing time. She could stand in the suffering of her soul. She was against the pain with hope. And she closed the empty spaces with Love and Forgiveness. Now, she stood in front of me. Giving another meaning than before. She developed a smile on her face with something that has long I been waiting for, that is Thanksgiving. I was standing in front of the mirror. And I looked at her face, saying: "You are worthy, Great Price".
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
October 1st
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boyshchrm6

The animal

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
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Posted: Oct 2009
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Unknown

Nice Dream

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.
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Posted: Oct 2009
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Dementia

My Life

This is for my father
Who was never there
Who never even took a second
To show how much he cared
So he can just sit back
And listen to what I have to say
See I've made my mistakes
And had a price to pay
But never would I ever
Do the things that you did
And never would I ever
Betray my own kid
All the lies you've told
All the secrets you've held
I know that you wouldn't even care
If I was burning in Hell
But that's ok
Because now it's all in the past
And now when I look at you
I sit back and I laugh
And who would've thought
I'd be in this situation
Graduating from high school to jail
And it's fifteen years that I'm facing
I'm not gonna lie
Sometimes I want to break down and cry
Over one little mistake
I end up losing my life
And sometimes, dad, I think
That if you would've been there
Then maybe life at times
Wouldn't seem so unfair
But I've said all I can say
Did all I could do
I just hope you realize, one day
This child belongs to you
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
For all you piece of shit fathers out there, this poem is dedicated to you. A child never has the option to be brought into this world and it's yours, mine, anyone's responsibility to show your child how much they mean to you. You never know what tomorrow holds...
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aware3

A Most Special Gift

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
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
I wrote this poem in Feb of 1971, it's dedicated to my daughter. Does she truly know how special, she will always be to me ?
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