Mother To Son Poems

My worst nightmare sat down beside me 
With the most angelic face 
And whispered things too hard to swallow
His smile sweetening the taste 
“All that’s...

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My mam has always been there for me,
Her love my heart she has the key,
I am the bairn I'm one of three,
Ones in London and...

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I try not to think about it, my friend.
It's so horrible, and yet, 
I'm on beer ten, and I won't see you again - 
So,...

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Seabull baste the coup de faste
Infectudo goncerotia gonzo
Ron done wrong and was corrected for it
Foresca fiesta frescoe fiskars deshthroes kiskstar
By Start Up bark slarm no...

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I am so proud to have my son growing up right next to me
Standing so tall and majestic for all the world to see
Raising him...

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Mama 
Excuse
Smooth talker
Jurisdiction
Bamboozles school
Now he’s eighteen
Consequence
Jail
Time
...

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The curtains drawn the room very gloomy
the stage free of debris and finally the 
music plays at first it seems like I'm 
dreaming my spouse...

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A Mother's Son 

One had to carry me in her womb for nine months awaiting the day on which I was to come out, Only...

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Promise me your hands will reach out
Resilient attachment starts in childhood
When the brain has colic outside the womb
A mother’s unconditional love soothes worries
When a birthday...

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Energy 
We were in the upper room
Energy 
Mother's child 
In communication
He supplanted placing mine spiritual seed planting in the heavens
Me the placed seed
Mother's child 

Desending...

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A mother whispers to her son…
“I remember our first night together…as I wiped away a tear…
thinking how…only a day ago…you weren’t even here.

Thinking back on...

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In the vast realm of this wretched misery
There lives a prowess, with an ardent melody;
She emanates the beacon of her loving light
She is my bastion,...

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He’s got plans to meet his friend,
And he’s putting things in his pockets, his wallet, his keys, a set of dice.
‘I can’t forget these dice’...

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Spring: Beginning, the practice run, 
      Hello, hallowed ..., Aubade;
Cringe reflections and spare the fun,
     hues,...

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Kidding around, I called mother “Lou”
Short for Louella between us two.
She’d return the favor; call me “number three.”
At the time it was cute, now it’s...

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