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Child of Mine
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New Works (2002-present) I dream of him sitting there
in a gray image of a chair.
He is a boy becoming a man
and preparing to go off and tour distant lands.
His hair is brown and blonde
he appears so handsome and so strong.
His face is only a blur to me
and yet it is the one thing I crave to see.
He has such a caring heart that it cannot be measured
and I fear this dream is all I have left of him to treasure.
Child that I hold dearest to my heart,
my only wish is that I could have given you your start.
Life without you holds much sadness,
sometimes it is difficult to ignore the madness.
Though your love I will never know
your mother loves you and with these tears that love shall clearly show.
This poem is very touching. I can most definitely relate this
to how my own mother feels right now because I'm currently a high
school senior and will soon be attending college. My mother is very
over-protecting and controlling, but she is that way because thats
her way of telling me that she loves me and that she will always care.
I also write poetry and would gladly like for you to view them!
Jamar Wilson- Age 16
September 12, 2003 Friday
That's so pretty...*claps her hands*
Johannah
Beautiful...just beautiful -swipes away a tear-