A series of poems 2

A series of Poems 1

My Sons
I have three sons of whom I am proud
All standing tall within a crowd
They are alike and yet so different
But all equipped with charm sufficient
to make them company much desired
when all they meet are just inspired
Their own families now attach the name
to continue an enduring flame
of further futures to acclaim
When they become as proud as I
then their life has filled a purpose
With more than gold to fill the coffers
Those memories dear to hold forever
The joy of growing up together
Seeing sons and daughters grow strong in stature
making memories for another chapter
For my book of pride and pleasure
About the dynasty I am so proud
My family


My Girl
Complex beings right from birth
But when you have one ready made
Years gone past are readily displayed
It is a difficult path to tread
Made fearful and full of dread
That you will make the wrong decision
And cause hostility and derision
But some of us have luck and pleasure
To have a friend thrown in for measure
enjoying the years of painful growth
The traumas brought by passing time
Waiting for the flower and blossom
Into such a lovely person
My daughter I am proud
that I was there to witness all
Both ups and downs and peak and fall
To see you now in radiant glory
You to make your own true story