Description: i was asked to write a happy poem for my son who jsut recently pasted away, so here it is, also i did need to write a poem about our memorys.
i am singing -------------------------------------------
My dear son
You are the sunshine in my hair
You are the whistle in the wind
You are my morning
And my night
You are my life
The reason I live
Your bright brown eyes
Your dark brown hair
Ten toes
Ten fingers
Every inch of your little body
I loved you
For your imperfections
Your perfections
I do believe you were perfect
My entire heart was yours
When you cried
I was there
When you wanted to be held I was there
I was always there
I remember the day you came home to me
The first time you were put in my arms
The first time I fed you
All the things I done
Every step I took with you in my arms
Every time you looked up at me and smiled
I remember
And will always have you in my heart
In a special box with your name on it
You will always be my morning
My night
Till the day I die
You were my child
And only mine
I might not of went into labor with you
But you were mine
You were shielded by the world with my wing
I was the one who kept you from all the bad things in this world
I remember when you pied on me
When you were cranky and I soothed you
The way I sang to you
My sweet child
Can you still hear my voice
Can you still hear me singing that song every day
“rock-a-by my baby”
“in the tree top”
You remember the day I sang that to you
My heart still sings it for you
Can you hear it
I can
My sweet child
My River
My dear son
Smile for me
I am singing
I really enjoyed this alot. I am really glad you did put a happy poem on here about your son.
I loved it. It showed how much you loved him & cared for him every moment you had together. It is even more special to think that he wasnt even yours. But you took him in & cared.
I went to Honduras over the summer- worked at an orphanage. I met Charlie there. His is five & I said I would sponsor him. His mother lives near there & he has two sisters. The mom gave him away because she didnt want him anymore. I took him in, loved him & as a result.. before I left he called me mommy.
Here I see the same thing for when he smiled at you. Looked up to you as his mother. You are more specail to the woman who gave birth to him because you took care of him more then so many would have. You have remembered him beautifully & know he looks down on you & smiles. You watched over him now it is his turn. take care& be happy ~jennifer
what a great mother you are. your son gets all the love he needs and more. at the beginning, it had a rhyme, sort of, you kind of fell off track from it.
Submission Name: i am singing
