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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Son
[time] => 2004-10-14 15:14:53
[hometext] => This is about my son whom I love VERY much.
[bodytext] => When you were young and at my side your eyes were shiny and so wide with wonder at the things around from up above to on the ground. You kept us laughing every day with funny little things you'd say. Your mind was always on the go, just like your feet--were never slow. A purse you used to keep your cars A quilt, the road from Earth to Mars. Your flannel blanket, carried 'round reminded me of Charlie Brown. Your bike was hard to try to ride You learned it because of your pride No hand signals you used, stinker used your mouth like a car blinker. Accidents seemed to follow you. The doctors thought the same thing too. You feel out of the doctors door, you went back in for one stitch more. When daddy said your blood was black you asked the nurse if that was fact. I could have crawled under the bed But she just said that it was red. When you were young and learned to bake you and Sissy made me a cake. You made half and she the other it was for me, your pround mother. You dropped your half onto the floor. You didn't want to make some more. You used it on top anyway and not a word to me did say. It had a hump in the middle. The icing helped just a little. You wrote on it, you little pill "To Mom who went over the hill." You've grown now, with kids of your own I keep in touch with you by phone. I miss you not here by my side amid my skirts that you did hide. You will, one day, be looking back Maybe remember a train track. Or you might laugh at some small thing Like teaching Mason how to sing. You might be happy or be sad might remember him being bad. But all these things are, if you please the things that give you memories. I love you more each passing year. To me you are just very dear. You work too hard, but that's just you Your daddy does the same thing too. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 23 [informant] => nana [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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