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Jun 29, 2010
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My Little Boy
Eighteen years ago next month,
I gazed into your tiny face,
I loved you more, than my own life,
In my heart, you claimed your space.
You were my little roaring dinosaur,
The quickest ninja in the west,
Of all the web spinning spidermen,
My dear, you were the best .
You loved to collect bugs,
And I remember how you cried,
And made that lovely funeral,
When your guinea pig up and died.
When you became a teenager,
You began to drift away,
You no longer needed me quite as much,
It hurt more than I could say,
It seemed we fought all the time,
Angry words, like daggers we threw,
Sometimes we didn't even like each other,
But I never wavered in my love for you.
Yes your teen years have been a living Hell,
But I wouldn't change them for anytjhing on Earth,
Because you have been an amazing treasure,
More than any diamonds worth.
Next month you will be eighteen,
I am filled with grief and also joy,
Remember my darling, no matter how old you get,
You will always be my little boy.
I gazed into your tiny face,
I loved you more, than my own life,
In my heart, you claimed your space.
You were my little roaring dinosaur,
The quickest ninja in the west,
Of all the web spinning spidermen,
My dear, you were the best .
You loved to collect bugs,
And I remember how you cried,
And made that lovely funeral,
When your guinea pig up and died.
When you became a teenager,
You began to drift away,
You no longer needed me quite as much,
It hurt more than I could say,
It seemed we fought all the time,
Angry words, like daggers we threw,
Sometimes we didn't even like each other,
But I never wavered in my love for you.
Yes your teen years have been a living Hell,
But I wouldn't change them for anytjhing on Earth,
Because you have been an amazing treasure,
More than any diamonds worth.
Next month you will be eighteen,
I am filled with grief and also joy,
Remember my darling, no matter how old you get,
You will always be my little boy.
— greeneyes, Jun 29, 2010
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faithmairee
16 years ago
Very Heartfelt
greeneyes
16 years ago
Thank you!
faithmairee
16 years ago
You are very welcome
Seren
16 years ago
Dear Elizabeth
Candlewitch
16 years ago
Dear Elizabeth
Professor Purple
16 years ago
Wonderful!
greeneyes
16 years ago
lol
judyanne
16 years ago
beautiful tribute elizabeth
shirley harrison
16 years ago
Love for your children
greeneyes
16 years ago
Thanks so much judy and
R.M.Shanmugam
16 years ago
i am moved though i am not a
loved
16 years ago
par par by far par
Electric Blue
16 years ago
My little Boy
Ammus
16 years ago
ammusreally
greeneyes
16 years ago
Thank you everyone!
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