POETRY AND PROSE OF A POOR HOUSE WIFE
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MY BOYS

A mothers sons are her pride and joy!
From the time the doctor announces it's a baby boy.
I counted your fingers and all of your toes.
Laughed at the first time you wiggled that cute little nose.
Through hours of crying and moments of laughter.
Sleep becomes something that every mother is after.
Then come the days when you begin to crawl.
Sometimes you try to stand up but always you fall.
Finally you talk and walk on your own.
I can't stop thinking "My God how you've grown!"
School days are here and your on your way!
My babies are big boys today!
When you are men and have families of your own.
Love and teach your children don't leave them alone.
I love you my sons! So remember this,
This poem I write to you both, is sealed with a kiss!

Kimberley A Bradshaw

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  2. Alone
  3. Autumn
  4. Awesome
  5. Birthday
  6. Blame
  7. Blizzard of 99
  8. Bored
  9. My Boys
  10. Christmas Eve
  11. Circle of Life
  12. Customers
  13. Computer Geek
  14. Craigs Zone
  15. My Eyes
  16. It's Christmas Time
  17. Halloween Party
  18. Monsters of the Night
  19. No Luck
  20. Ode to My Hair
  21. Playing
  22. Santa Was Here
  23. Short But Sweet
  24. Spring
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  26. Road Construction
  27. Thunder
  28. Tom Turkey
  29. Trick or Treat
  30. Trouble
  31. A True Star
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