Misty Talbot

Rookie (06.06.1971 / Crawley)

My Son - Poem by Misty Talbot

Kai, my sensitive son.
An old soul.
So much to teach.
My son

Intelligent, quick witted,
cheeky too.
At times I will dispare,
what to do.
My son.

My son.
Whom makes my heart burst with joy.
My son, my only boy.

Inquisitive looks,
lust for life.
My son.

This little man of mine,
could not be more precious
were he made of gold.
My son

I steal into his room at night,
to watch him sleep.
Lent to me by god.
Mine for a while to keep.
My son.

Comments about My Son by Misty Talbot

  • (8/25/2013 8:03:00 AM)

    It's despair though hunni xoxo (Report) Reply

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  • (12/21/2006 4:47:00 AM)

    So true, beautiful hun xx (Report) Reply

  • (12/21/2006 4:31:00 AM)

    Oh there is nothing better than the love between a mother and a son. Nicell done. enjoyed the read. May your heart be filled with peace and joy.

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  • (12/20/2006 5:38:00 PM)

    and me x love it x (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, December 13, 2010

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