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~ Brothers Poem ~
B
is
for the bond that can never be taken away.
R
is for the refuge that you gave to me each day.
O
is
for the oath that we will always remain as friends.
T
is for the truth upon which everything depends.
H
is for the honor it is to be your brother.
E
is for the encouragement that we give to one another.
R
is for the road that we have traveled down so far.
S
is for the security for when I need you, there you are.
Give a boy enough rope
and he'll bring home
a stray dog on the end of it!
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I scrub
the wall of fingerprints,
Pick up the mounds of clothes.
I sweep the dirt that shoes track in-
Wish I could use a hose!
Meals are served from dawn to dark,
Dirty dishes crowd the sink.
Just when they're washed and put away-
Everyone wants a drink!
The washer pulls the dirty grime
From pants worn thin and patched.
They look so very neat and clean-
Yuck, look what the pockets hatched!
Broken bones and bloody knees,
I should have been a nurse.
I take it all in shaky stride-
Just grateful it's not worse!
Screams and shouts and arguments
Test the keeping of my cool.
They left the neighbor's faucet on-
See their new front yard pool!
A soothing bath is ecstasy,
A reward at the end of my rope.
Raising boys isn't really bad-
But first I must wash the soap!
Author: Roberta
Teague
A rose can say I Love You,
Orchids can enthrall;
But a weed bouquet
in a chubby fist,
Oh my, that says it all!
MY BABY BOY & ME
(Author Unknown)
It's three AM, they're all asleep,
and no-one's here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth,
My baby boy and me.
His little hand is feather light
Tucked up against my chin.
I hold his tiny hand in mine,
and stroke his baby skin.
The house about us creaks and groans,
The clock hands creep around.
He snuggles closer to me still,
And makes his baby sounds.
I love these quiet hours so much,
And cherish every one.
Store memories up inside my heart
For lonely nights to come.
All too soon he'll be grown up,
His need for mama gone.
But until then I still have time
For kisses and for song.
Time for quiet hours like this
With him cuddled in my arms,
Where I wish he'd always stay
Protected, safe and warm.
And yet I know the day will come
When his tiny little hand,
will be bigger than my own.
He'll grow to be a man.
But until then he's mine to love
With no one here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth,
My baby boy and me. ???????????????
Please email me - if you have any
"Cute Little Boy"
tidbits to share - and I will post them
!
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