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Son Poems P4

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To My Unborn Son

My boy!, My son!

What a wonderful phrase!

We're counting the months

the hours the days.

A new little boy in my arms

I can’t wait,

how exited I am,

please hurry the date.

With some of my character

and half of my traits

I can guarantee soon

we will be mates.

Your half of your momma,

none short of the best

How lucky you are,

our son you are blessed..

Of all you will be

we'll guide your way.

For we are your parents

for all of your days.

Soon I shall have you in my arms

and I will  jump for joy.

With a simple, passion, a loving heart,

because you are my boy!

And you shall lie in your mother's arms,

snuggled warm into her breast

and I shall thank the Gods Above

for the two I love the best.

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Son I'm Proud Of You

Son I am so proud of you

and I want you to know.

The way you pave your way through life

to work, learn, love and grow.

You're admirable in all you do

contented, fair and just.

To see you grow up so fine

into a man of worldly trust.

You haven't heard your dad say

to often as you know.

I love you very much son

as I hope this note will show.

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Grown Up To Fast

From babe, to tot, to teen to man

How quickly time has passed.

It seems to me I blinked to long

You’ve grown up way to fast.

One day spade and bucket

then skates and skinned knees.

Before I knew it you were asking

For the car and keys.

My son I can’t believe I’m saying

be careful with the car.

Don’t go to fast, be careful

and don’t take it too far.

I know I’ve made many mistakes

at your growths, different stages.

But son there is no written rules

in the Dads, Handbook, pages.

Being your dad is my life

you are my pride and joy.

Throughout all my living years

you’ll always be my boy.

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Sorry Son, I Love You

It's sad how men are often taught

to with-hold love to their son.

That life is hard, tough and mean

and time is not for fun.

 Then one sad day I realized

though it may be to late.

To realize my mistake

is past the used by date.

 But it's never to late rectify 

or change my train of thought.

and tell my son I'm sorry

what I believed was right, was taught.

It's  strange how I grew up to be

just like my own dad.

The things I hated most about him,

I gave to my own lad.

I want to make it up to you 

though the past I cannot rectify.

But I promise you from this day forth

Until the day I die.
 
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