Son Poems | Broken Things

Broken Things
(Son Poems)

Oh, a lot of things get broken
when you’re rearing little boys ..
There are broken doors and hinges
broken vases, broken toys.

There are many broken handles
broken dishes, broken knobs ..
And little troubles brew and break
with little broken sobs.

There’s many a broken buckle
and lots of broken stitches ..
And on some very trying days
there may be broken switches.

The chocolate cake gets broken
around its frosted edge ..
By a little Indian (mis) chief
now hiding in the hedge.

And oft the quiet’s shattered
with a cowboy’s scream and shout ..
And oft times little faces
are with measles broken out!

And little skins get broken, or
else bumped ’till black and blue ..
But, thanks to Mom’s caresses
little spirits never do.

Oh, many a nap is broken up
with banging, din, and noise ..
Yes, a lot of things get broken
when you’re rearing little boys!

But Silence, Gloom and Quiet
When they grow up and depart ..
Seem to settle all unbroken
on your lonely, broken heart.

Son Poems | The Mother of Boys – By – Miriam Sieber Lind

The Mother of Boys
(Son Poems)

Praise to the High One
for giving me joys ..
Peculiarly sweet
I’m the mother of boys!

Mud puddles torn blue jeans
toads, whistles and worms ..
The furred and feathered
and whatever squirms.

Black knuckles, bats
arrows and thundering noise ..
They’re all in a day
for the mothers of boys.

But, ah, ’tis a dear joy
to turn the blue eyes ..
To the manifold wonder
of earth, sea and skies.

And, ah, ’tis a dear joy
to watch a small hand seize ..
The hand of God
in the knowledge of these.

Spare me, oh High One,
to praise Thee more when ..
This mother of boys
is the mother of men.

By – Miriam Sieber Lind

Inspirational Poems | A Stranger Passed By

A Stranger Passed By

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
“Oh excuse me please” was my reply.
He said, “Please excuse me too;
I wasn’t watching for you.”
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.
But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
“Move out of the way,” I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken.
While I lay awake in bed,
God’s still small voice came to me and said,
“While dealing with a stranger,
common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.
Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You’ll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise;
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.”
By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
“Wake up, little one, wake up,” I said.
“Are these the flowers you picked for me?”
He smiled, “I found ’em, out by the tree.
I picked ’em because they’re pretty like you.
I knew you’d like ’em, especially the blue.”
I said, “Son, I’m very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.”
He said, “Oh, Mom, that’s okay.
I love you anyway.”
I said, “Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.”

Someone So Dearly Loved | Sympathy Memorial Poems Male

Someone So Dearly Loved
(Sympathy Funeral Poems Male)

Someone loved so dearly
so popular with his friends ..
We should not cry forever
for this is not where it ends.

His memories live amongst us
times, we both laughed and cried ..
Though I couldn’t bare to lose him
one day, we all must die.

I hear his voice within me
and his funny little laugh ..
So many things remind me
of times, that are now past.

There was no-one who disliked him
He was the apple of every eye ..
Any conflicts, we all once had
are now gone by the by.

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