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My Son Tauni Dodd	My everything my world 11months ago changed. The day I found out that little Gabriel was on his way. I carried you forever and held you for so...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My son Nicole Marescia	A poem for my son Time passes it does wait, one has to do things before its too...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My Son Is Gone David Granteer	Donnie was born a normal boy He played with trucks and other toys But one day when he was three He fell to the ground unusually The doctor said...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My Son Madison Candi Carroll	Sitting here watching you lifeless Breathing with no response, Seeing you look like that It makes my heart drop. My heart is shattered as My...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My Son So True Susanne Grill	I owe it to you, My son, so...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My SON SUN GHANMI SOFIEN	Title : SON SUN Missing parts of my art Missing piece of my heart Missing diamond in the dirt Missing you, misses me ,hugging you, hugging me, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My son will be wise Dayesh_Hamid	My oldest son will be wiser than me sooner than I would like What can the tree still offer the apple when it is ripe to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My son's bones Dayesh_Hamid	as my son’s bones he hobbles and hops like a tiny bird ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My son, Frieza Shelina Chapman	My son, Frieza, the globe-trotting Nephilim named himself Sisyphus called himself,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My son, My Heart Rita BLooding	Does he know the small life details that I'm still learning today? Frightened that he's struggling to find his way. I rack my brain, fold my hands...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
MY SON, WE COME FROM FAR TurksonQuills	I want to tell you a story I vowed not to say, but I will, regardless. I fear the inheritance I set for you after I depart from this world will...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My son-shine JOHN ALLEN SKINNER	Morning mist overnight I’ve Become Waiting patiently to see my son I know he’s coming as stars began to fade Grey clouds turn white and trees give...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My son. Heather Lydia Thornhill	My son the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My son...... Celina kaminsky	Listen kid....... Today should be a very special day for you, 19 years ago today is when I gave birth to you. Today is a day that will always...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My Son’s Wall Sneha Sabu	My son is busy Mending the wall, The boulders keep falling And he keeps mending and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My young son asks me... Bertolt Brecht	My young son...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Nature of the Son Richard Newton Sherrer	At many times and many ways, God had spoken to the prophets; Them to offer worship and praise, Written through the scribes and poets. We are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
No one's son David frank silver nebesnuik	He sits in the shadows; a frown on his face. Wondering How, he's come to this place? A place in his past of confusion and doubt; Not knowing a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Nobody’s Son Joseph Clark	I’m nobody’s...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Noureddin, The Son Of The Shah Clinton Scollard	There once was a Shah had a second son Who was very unlike his elder one, For he went about on his own affairs, And scorned the mosque and the daily...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ô qu'heureux est celui qui peut passer son âge Joachim du Bellay	qui sans fiction, Sans crainte, sans envie et sans ambition, Règne paisiblement en son pauvre ménage...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Occasion'd By Seeing Some Verses Written By Mrs. Constantia Grierson, Upon The Death Of Her Son. Mary Barber	This mourning Mother can with Ease explore The Arts of Latium, and the Grecian Store: Was early learn'd, nay more, was early wise; And knew the Pride...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On My Son's Return Out Of England, July 17, 1661. Anne Bradstreet	My feares to Joyes, my sighes to song, My Teares to smiles, my sad to glad: He's come for whom I waited...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On Sending My Son, As A Present, To Dr. Swift, Dean Of St. Patrick's, On His Birth--Day. Mary Barber	A Curious Statue, we are told, Is priz'd above its Weight in Gold; If the fair Form the Hand confess Of Phidias, or Praxiteles: But if the Artist...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On the birth of his son Su Tung-po	Families, when a child is born Want it to be intelligent. I, through intelligence, Having wrecked my whole life, Only hope the baby will prove...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)