Connie Leigh Lindsay


My Sons - Poem by Connie Leigh Lindsay

My sons, you are slowly growing
away from the babies I remember.

Every passing day I wish you were still
the little babies that I could sit and hold for hours.

I know you each have to grow,
to become your own person.

Yet I still wish that time would stand still,
to keep you as you are now.

I'm afraid that one day soon
I'll have to let you go completely.

I hope at least, that I will always
be the one you come to for advice.

My sons, how I ache to keep you here,
yet I also hope you have a child of your own

To pass on the teaching and advice
I have and will give each of you.

My sons, you will always be with me
no matter where you go or who you become.

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Comments about My Sons by Connie Leigh Lindsay

  • Rookie *Trusting You* (5/24/2009 7:50:00 PM)

    I like that this has more punctuation.... punctuation makes it easier for your reader to read your work and what your trying to get across.
    'My sons, how I ache to keep you here,
    yet I also hope you have a child of your own.'
    those lines show good emotion. readers like to know that the writer is human.
    good job here.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 23, 2009



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