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Array ( [sid] => 152102 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => my son [time] => 2009-08-08 22:08:57 [hometext] => been woking on this for five years, still doesn't feel right, still doesn't feel complete, it's just pure emotion that's too strong for me to keep bottled up any longer. Jackson Alexander Marsh June 9 2004(4:06 am)-June 9 2004(8:14 am) [bodytext] => my son will grow tall
and be a handsom man

he'll run fast and hit hard
and have a gentle hand

he'll be better than you
and leagues better than me

he'll be smart and ambitious
and he'll make me proud

he'll give to the world
and have all the world will give

but my son never grew more than nine inches tall
and looked as all premature babies do

he was fast but too fast
and didn't have the strength to grip my finger

he never committed my sins
but never had a chance to learn from my mistakes

he smiled at me once
inbetween his tears

for a few hours he gave me the world
then took it with him as he departed

his eyes never opened
now mine can't close
[comments] => 6 [counter] => 311 [topic] => 39 [informant] => tin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
my son

Contributed by tin on Saturday, 8th August 2009 @ 10:08:57 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief



my son will grow tall
and be a handsom man

he'll run fast and hit hard
and have a gentle hand

he'll be better than you
and leagues better than me

he'll be smart and ambitious
and he'll make me proud

he'll give to the world
and have all the world will give

but my son never grew more than nine inches tall
and looked as all premature babies do

he was fast but too fast
and didn't have the strength to grip my finger

he never committed my sins
but never had a chance to learn from my mistakes

he smiled at me once
inbetween his tears

for a few hours he gave me the world
then took it with him as he departed

his eyes never opened
now mine can't close




Copyright © tin ... [ 2009-08-08 22:08:57]
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Re: my son (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 8th August 2009 @ 10:19:07 PM AEST
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I'm so sorry for your loss.
This is a very touching.
Healing, blessings,
emy


Re: my son (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 8th August 2009 @ 11:51:36 PM AEST
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Makes you want to cry out, "why"?

I am so sorry for your loss.

I think you did really good considering how this must make you feel. I hope this helped, if even a little bit.

Take care,

Tim


Re: my son (User Rating: 1 )
by LadyRose on Sunday, 9th August 2009 @ 12:35:43 AM AEST
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This is the most sweetest yet sadest poem I ever read.........so sorry for your lose aswell........God came to get His angel.........


Re: my son (User Rating: 1 )
by The_Phantom on Sunday, 9th August 2009 @ 03:30:50 AM AEST
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Powerful, moving, tear-jerking, and painful. A mother nor a father should ever have to lose a child. My heart is bleeding for you and your family. I'm so sorry for your loss.

The Phantom


Re: my son (User Rating: 1 )
by dirk-velvet on Sunday, 9th August 2009 @ 08:18:26 PM AEST
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his visit was brief.
though long enough to leave you,
his wondrous gift.

( i wouldn't change ... a word. )


Peace&Love
to you.



Re: my son (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Monday, 10th August 2009 @ 06:20:45 PM AEST
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I am so sorry for your loss. I cannot even imagine the pain. You wrote a very lovely and tender poem. I have tears in my eyes.

Hugs you tight
Michelle




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