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More Boy Poems

My Son Grows Up
author: unknown
Life is fleeting, years rush past...
and little boys grow up so fast!
Let me take time out to be
thankful mine is still here with me.
And though I'm busy through the day,
let me take time out to play...
Let me take time out to smile,
to sit with him for just a while...
Let me take time out for walks,
for swings and sports and quiet talks,
for sharing giggles, tickles, and hugs,
for patching knees and catching bugs...
for running races, climbing trees,
for helping with his A - B - C's...
For hatching plots and planning schemes,
for listening to his thoughts and dreams.
Let me tuck him in at night,
hear his prayers, turn off the light.
And when my busy day is done,
let me thank God I have a son.

Swingin' My Boys
Mitzi J Confer
I was sitting in the backyard
swingin' my boys
blowing them bubbles,
just for the joys!
When my 5 year old, Woody,
with all the purity of
childhood innocence in his eyes, asks...
"Have you ever been so happy?"
His question surprised me,
and really made me think.
As my heart swelled with love,
I answered with a wink.
"As a matter of fact,
No I haven't, this is really nice!"
Keep in mind, for a child
the simplest things are often the best
sometimes just being together
takes care of the rest...

A Touch Of Love
author: unknown
You were six months old and full of fun.
With a blink of my eye, you were suddenly one.
There were so many things we were going to do,
but I turned my head and you turned two.
At two you were very dependent on me,
but independence took over when you turned three.
Your third birthday, another year I tried to ignore,
but when I lit the candles, there weren't three, but four.
Four was the year that you really strived.
Why, look at you now, you're already five.
Now you are ready for books and for rules.
This is the year that you go to school.
The big day came, you were anxious to go.
We walked to the bus, going oh, so slow.
As you climbed aboard and waved goodbye,
I felt a lump in my throat and tears stung my eyes.
Time goes so fast, it's hard to believe
That just yesterday you were home here with me.
And tomorrow when the bus brings you home
and you jump to the ground,
You'll be wearing your cap and graduation gown.
SO I'm holding to these moments as hard as I can,
Because the next time I look, I'll be seeing a grown man...

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