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Array ( [sid] => 119897 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Mother and Son [time] => 2006-05-11 23:11:54 [hometext] => Children are a blessing from the Lord, and the fruit of the womb is His reward. Psalms 127:3 [bodytext] => Listen to me and hear what I say
I love you so now I take a stand
do not interrupt or walk away
I see your anger but I understand

I know it is difficult being a teen
believe it or not I was once one
your view of life drives me to intervene
you only write dark poetry or none

feelings of anger with sadness soak through
you miss your father watching from above
maybe that voice you hear guiding you
is him whispering in your ear with love

when I come home and you are not here
I worry because you I cherish so much
too busy with your friends year after year
you leave then do not bother to stay in touch

I am not told when you will return
realize that our time together is of import
I know I am just your mother appearing stern
you think I will always be here for support

it is not wise to take loved ones for granted
a lesson you have already learned
viewing yourself as a failure is slanted
you are your own worst enemy I have discerned

you are a priceless blessing to me and precious link
please take care of the dangers unseen
you are not as invincible as you think
simply because you are seventeen

let us make peace instead of a battleground of strife
look in your heart for the answers are there
then you will be happy knowing the joy of life
that you so richly deserve with those who care.




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Mother and Son

Contributed by katt on Thursday, 11th May 2006 @ 11:11:54 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



Listen to me and hear what I say
I love you so now I take a stand
do not interrupt or walk away
I see your anger but I understand

I know it is difficult being a teen
believe it or not I was once one
your view of life drives me to intervene
you only write dark poetry or none

feelings of anger with sadness soak through
you miss your father watching from above
maybe that voice you hear guiding you
is him whispering in your ear with love

when I come home and you are not here
I worry because you I cherish so much
too busy with your friends year after year
you leave then do not bother to stay in touch

I am not told when you will return
realize that our time together is of import
I know I am just your mother appearing stern
you think I will always be here for support

it is not wise to take loved ones for granted
a lesson you have already learned
viewing yourself as a failure is slanted
you are your own worst enemy I have discerned

you are a priceless blessing to me and precious link
please take care of the dangers unseen
you are not as invincible as you think
simply because you are seventeen

let us make peace instead of a battleground of strife
look in your heart for the answers are there
then you will be happy knowing the joy of life
that you so richly deserve with those who care.








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Re: Mother and Son (User Rating: 1 )
by Mild_Tempest on Friday, 12th May 2006 @ 12:23:20 AM AEST
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Deep and intense. Makes me want to change myself. I'm far from perfect and this poem describes me so clearly, I'm stunned. Great write, sometimes you just have to talk.


Re: Mother and Son (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 12th May 2006 @ 03:25:37 AM AEST
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Very beautifull tribute here.
huggs,
emy




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