Showing sad poems for tag "son"

I pray

Daniel Bogogolela

28 Jan, 2016 09:51 AM
We love each other but,
not  the way people think.
They don’t know how  we’ve come 
to know each other because they’re
still to learn about us.

When I was young and pregnant,
non of them could believe I was
carrying his child.
They had thought I was lying to
his parents to get close to his family.
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Tags: Influence, Young, Pregnant, Learn, Love, Child, Husband, Forgivenes
Votes: -2


Kathleen Cox Richardson

05 Nov, 2011 04:26 PM

I saw my son today.
Golden curls; baby blues, bright, shining.
Soggy cookie squeezed through chubby fingers.
I laughed a happy laugh.
He laughed back, a gurgly little baby laugh.

I saw my son today.
Short cut, sun-streaked hair; focused blues.
Soccer ball held tight in strong tanned hands.
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Tags: Son, Death, Love, Family
Votes: 1