Poems About: SON

Goat Hill

Walking out the door that man told me to go to hell
My son asked mommy where’s Goat Hill read more »

Ainsi, lorsque souvent le gouvernail agile
De Douvre ou de Tanger fend la route mobile,
Au fond du noir vaisseau sur la vague roulant read more »

'What bluid's that on thy coat lap?
Son Davie! Son Davie!
What bluid's that on thy coat lap?
And the truth come tell to me, O.' read more »

The Day That Kausalya Does Not See His Face
She is restless and sad so her heart does race
Every person speaking she thinks it is her son
She calls out His Name Rama Rama dear son! read more »

Santa goes into his son`s room to wish him goodnight. His son is having a nightmare - Santa wakes him and asks his son if he is OK? The son replies he is scared because he dreamt that his aunt had died. Santa assures the son that Auntie is fine and sends him to bed.
The next day, Auntie dies. One week later, Santa again goes into his son`s room to wish him goodnight. His son is having another nightmare - Santa again wakes his son. The son this time says that he had dreamt that his grandmother had died. The father assures the son that she is fine and sends him to bed.
The next day, grandmother dies. One week later, Santa again goes into his son`s room to wish him goodnight. His son is having another nightmare, he again wakes his son. The son this time says that he had dreamt that his daddy had died. The father assures the son that he is OK and sends the boy to bed.
Santa goes to bed but cannot sleep because he is so terrified. The next day, Santa is scared for his life- he is sure is going to die. After dressing he drives very cautiously to work fearful of a collision. He doesn`t eat lunch because he is scared of food poisoning. He avoids everyone for he is sure he will somehow be killed. He jumps at every noise, starts at every movement and hides under his desk. read more »

A son is a son
wherever he roams
no matter how far
or the years that have flown. read more »

My son, at your birth
You are like a jewel
Instills an innate mirth
An aura ringing a bell read more »

Our Son the Soldier
How great a man he must be
To be joined in the fight to
set another part of the world free read more »

when the son makes his mistakes
the mother is always there to comfort him
and lessen the pain and tell her son
to continue what needs to be done read more »

I don't know if it's a phase or not
but when I see my son
I feel he doesn't know who I am
It's the hardest thing I've ever been through read more »

I am lazier than my father
And my son is lazier than me.
I learn more than my father
And my son, more than me. read more »

Son and daughter
alike
treat daughter
as son. read more »