My Little Nephew
Whenever I see your sweetest smile,
My pain and sorrow are gone for a while.
Whenever I get mad because you're so unruly,
All children are born into a family, and it’s with those people they create bonds, strong relationships, and lasting memories. Even when brothers and sisters get on each other’s nerves, deep down they love each other. Grandparents, mothers and fathers, and siblings hold a special place in a child’s heart.
Whenever I see your sweetest smile,
My pain and sorrow are gone for a while.
Whenever I get mad because you're so unruly,
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I never thought I could love someone
The way that I love you.
I'm completely fascinated
With everything you do.
These values, considered to be outdated, have their own charm and importance. Love, after all, is the backbone of any society. Even plantation, animals and human beings long for love. Now, in...
Bullseyes and targets, marbles and darts.
Little green bugs and bicycle parts.
Frogs in their pockets, worms in their shirt.
A boy is a boy for all he is worth.
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This woman as beautiful as can be.
She's always been there for me.
Yeah, she's my mother, my best friend too.
Without her in my life,
You're the one with open arms
When the darkness closes in.
When the shadows come and the nightmares make it hard to sleep,
You're always there to chase them all away.
Granddaddy, Granddaddy,
You are the best.
I love you with mind and spirit
And all the rest.
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My Grandpa and I do a lot of things together,
But fishing with my Grandpa is the best ever.
I love going to the lake when the sky is all blue.
I love riding in my Grandpa's boat, too.
Love your poem about fishing with your Grandpa. There are millions of fish in the oceans and ponds, but being with your Grandpa is a beautiful bond! Enjoy every memory with him; it's priceless!
Great Grandpa is a wise old man who says he's ninety-four.
He tells me that he lost his leg fighting in some war.
When I was just a little tot with eyes and nose still runny,
He swears that he forgot my name, so now he calls me Sonny.
Balter's poem reminds me of my own grandfather whom I lost 49 years ago when he was 94. I remember his two habits very lucidly. He was a frugal eater. He used to weigh his food every time...
All tucked up and snug in bed
as angels stand guard above your head,
Mommy will kiss away your fears.
She'll stroke your hair and dry your tears.
A jelly I ate,
The one my sister made.
Made me want to faint.
She keeps stealing my paint
You are lucky to have your sister. Mine left me 3 years ago. I hope you will be able to enjoy the moments with your sister.