Best Poems About / On SON
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SAME AS HERE
I got home from school one day
with a dark spot on my eye
Masiter Kumedzro always say:
fighting was against the rules
so when Grandma got home I told her a story
just like I'd rehearsed some hours before
and there I stood on my trembling knees
waiting for the worst
interestingly, she did not say a word
when she got into the kitchen she called
she said son 'Let me tell you a secret
about a Grandma's love
a secret she said was just between us
she said, Grandmas don't just love their children
every now and then, it's a love without an end, amen'
when I became a father
there was no doubt my son was a stubborn boy
he was not like me but as just like my father's son
one day when I thought my patience
had been tested to the end too long
I took my Grandma's secret
and I passed it on to him
he hugged me and cried on my shoulders
last night I dreamed I'd died
and stood outside those pearly gates of Salem
suddenly, I realized, there must be some mistake
supposing St. Peter knows half the things I've done
he would never open the gate to let me in
there a deep voice spoke from the other side of the dome
and I heard those words again
it said, Son Grandpas don't just love their children
every now and then, it's a love without an end, amen'
Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese
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The Bond of Star-gazing
Son, his father says,
why do you stare at the stars?
How can something millions
of miles away be of any use
to us?
Son, of what good is a nest-full
of blue-speckled birds eggs?
They wont feed your children;
nobody will buy them.
Son, why do you plant
marigolds and zinnias
in furrows that could
be used for lettuce
and radishes?
Hummingbirds, butterflies,
wild ducks on the pond
over there: pretty, but we
have chores to do,
by the sweat of our brows.
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One clear night, though,
walking out into the moonlit field,
the son saw a man standing
among the zinnias and marigolds,
looking upward:
Father, why do you stare at the stars?
Sonny Rainshine
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