Son Poems Archive
The day you were born, I was born as a mother
You filled happiness in my life, I looked for brighter days further
Blue booties and baby talks, gave me joy in numerous ways
Your babyhood made me merry and soon you outgrew diaper days
When you turned a toddler child, you never rested for a while !
Located friends in Hide-and-Seek, found colours in Crocodile-Crocodile
Oh my dear son see this year, you turned into a two digit figure,
Loving school, birds, tennis, painting, you are a playful junior !
The day ahead is not so far, you are going to find new wings
To explore the place away from home during the winters and the springs
You need to learn a few more things besides the languages, science and math
Managing time, study and hobbies, persistently following the right path
Our home would be a void, when you would go away
Longer would be mine then each night and day…
In your room and in the garden, I would seek you here and there
Terrace above and backyard bird bath, I would miss you every where…
Stand Up, Drunk Son-in-law
Son-in-law, stand you, your mother-in-law is calling you,
Take the sour thing
And break your intoxication a bit,
Rise, rise up,
Awake, awake you,
What are the people saying,
I mean the children of the locality,
Get up, get up please,
Think of my prestige,
You lying drunk and fallen
Into the bushes!
Stand you, stand you, son-in-law,
Your mother-in-law is calling you,
But the son-in-law lying fallen and helpless,
But unable to stand up
And attend to her call,
The eyes half-sleepy, half-awake,
The son-in-law just babbling,
Trying to speak in drunken capers.
Luca has a blue bicycle,
With blue steering, tricycle,
At one time, we’re catching dreams as butterflies,
Now we’re tramping with those dreams
When I see your smile’
My heart leaps with joy.
In its magical sweetness
I’m in tune of GOD.
Kings, to the youngster, cannot compare With the gentle father who’s with him there. And the greatest mind of the human race Not for one minute could take his place. A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip- Oh, I envy them, as I see them there Under the sky in the open air, For […]Read Complete Poem »
My mind can know
But my heart doesn’t understand
My beloved sweet boy
Becoming an angry young man
The Army life Is unknown to me
Trust with dirt on his face,
Beauty with a cut on his finger,
Wisdom with bubble gum in his hair, and the
Hope of the future with
A frog in his pocket.
Why did the nations join to slay
The Lord’s anointed Son?
Why did they cast His laws away
And tread His gospel down?
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Where wail the waters in their flaw
A spectre wanders to and fro,
And evermore that ghostly shore
Bemoans the heir of Yvytot.