Son Poems Archive
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
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,
When I see your smile’
My heart leaps with joy.
In its magical sweetness
I’m in tune of GOD.
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
Even though your small
Doesn’t mean you can’t do big stuff
Do you always hear these words again and again
That your not big enough,
If you can’t be a highway,
Be a trail.
If you can’t be the sun,
Be a star.
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 More »
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.
Those petty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.