Poems About: SON

The mother knits
The son wages war read more »

Bill wishes his son had been a well known Sportsman
My son's a poet you never hear him say
As if that is something to be ashamed of
'Tis a strange World that we live in today. read more »

Ô qu'heureux est celui qui peut passer son âge
Entre pareils à soi ! et qui sans fiction,
Sans crainte, sans envie et sans ambition,
Règne paisiblement en son pauvre ménage ! read more »

(The Mistress or mother)
My son was a gift,
But his father didn't think so,
He left me alone, read more »

This was the gleam then that lured from far
Your son and my son to the Holy War:
Your son and my son for the accolade read more »

Have I told you, son,
That someday you'll be a man?
And that someday that I can't help you,
You'll have to make a stand? read more »

A man had a son who was an anvil. And then sometimes
he was an automobile tire.
I do wish you would sit still, said the father.
Sometimes his son was a rock. read more »

Without the two sons,
Life is not fun;
So we run,
Behind the two sons. read more »

In a deep voice, I heard her speak
son, respect a woman...a woman
young, old, midwife, single or schoolgirls
for life is in their hands. read more »