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Astrogirl18 Junior Member
since 2006-05-03
Posts 16Canada |
At night I can't sleep anymore my minds racing, it's dark with closed doors. My stomach hurts so bad deep down, and inside I know why My boys are drifting away from me, I just want to fall down and cry. For only these tears can count up to, what I will soon see one day. Nathaniel & Alexander, my boys will silently drift away. And all the memories of all but two years, can only bring back all these painful tears. For I love them so much and have nothing to show, as each day passes, further away from me they grow. I will have noone to hold on to, noone to help understand That from the start of this life in living everyday I needed someone to hold my hand I will fall apart again and then I will die And left in the hearts of my little boys my soul where it will lie. |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
As the youngest of three brothers, and still a minor; I think this is a beautiful poem and hope that I love my children as much as you when I become a father. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
All mothers, of either boys, or girls, know this blessing of growth... it is scary; we never feel as if we have done our best; yet we indeed have done all that we can; was our love enough? Did we give the right teachings? Did we hug them enough? Did we impart our most secret thoughts... Indeed, you are no longer a girl, but a mother, fully grown, where the pain of tomorrow sets in... Welcome to Passions, once again. You write from your heart. Continue to do so, and your precious boys will stand and proudly say... This...comes from my Mother!  |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
A repost for you, Letting Go As birds are given wings to fly and soar As high as needed to survive, So sons are given heart and nerve To answer callings, so they may thrive. jo perry Feb. 2006 You will derive much joy watching your young men grow. Your main work is done, time now to listen and watch for the rewards. As you see these young men go forth, you will see signs of what was taught. Happiness to you,martyjo [This message has been edited by latearrival (05-19-2006 02:25 AM).] |
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Skippyrick Member
since 2006-05-16
Posts 150Rohnert Park |
Hi: Nice work. The rhyming bothers me. I am not one to love rhyming in the right places but I feel you could have more. Your second and forth lines rhyme why not try to tie together the stanza by rhyming first and third one in each stanza. Ex: My stomach hurts so bad deep down, and inside I know why My boys are drifting away from me, I just want to fall down and cry. For only these tears can count what I will see one day. Nathaniel & Alexander, my boys and me will silently drift away Yes me and me are the same word but-well just a thought... Thanks Rick |
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The One & Only Member
since 2005-01-26
Posts 58Kansas USA |
Thank You It makes me feel good that there are still mothers out there that care about there babies and what to hold them near!! Even though they may go, as my mother-in-law puts it she always has her mamas boys and all 3 of them are! ( In a good way)! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Astrogirl...you touched the heart of this mother of two boys....they grown and one has given me two grand daughters...the circle blesses me and I hope the same for you. Welcome to Pip! |
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