I hope this doesn't seem mawkish.

For Our Sons

Although we may not say it
We both love you very much
We’d hate it if you went away
And didn’t keep in touch

We haven’t had an easy life
But we’ve done our very best
To keep you warm, secure, well fed
And of course, well dressed

We didn’t always get it right
As we are all aware
There’ve been many disagreements
But don’t ever doubt we care

It’s hard to be a good parent
We learnt as we went along
But with our love and guidance
You know what’s right and wrong

Steve, first born, a complex lad
So solitary, quiet and shy
You were a late developer
And changed as time went by

Ian, you were a contented child
You’d happily play all day
Crayons, paper and Lego bricks
Would keep any tantrums at bay

So, my boys, I wish to say
We’re proud of both of you
We’ll give our loving encouragement
In whatever you go on to do


By J M Churchill (Mum)

Lovely Daisy - and not mawkish at all.

Not at all Daisy! You're getting quite good at this! Was it not you who hadn't tried to write verse until recently? Well done! I empathise with the feeling and for daughters too.
Michael
NZ

This is my fifth completed poem Michael, I have another in the making. Thank you and Rowan for your encouragement. It is often so difficult to tell our loved ones how we feel, especially if you've had a 'victorian' upbringing.

That's lovely Daisy, thanks for sharing it with us

Just seen this thread Daisy and full marks for a lovely poem that said it all.

I loved it because you managed to say in that poem things that you most probably would not be able to say face to face.

I hope you have given a copy to each lad.

WELL DONE.

Maisie.

You are doing well DaisyB.... natural rhythm... easy flowing read..... a born story-teller. Free your imagination, write as you feel and I look forward to reading your next poems. A word of warning, don't think you have to produce, writing under pressure or to order kills the creativity of a poet. Yes that is what you are now ........ a POET!

Twenty years BEFORE Steven died, I jotted this down, on the bus, on the way to work:

Claire is like the brightest star
Steven is like the sun
Artifice they know not
Dullness they have none.

Claire is like a sparkling jewel,
Steven is pure gold.
As we learn to know them,
there are hidden depths untold.

Claire is a silver rippling stream
Steven is like the sea,
Yes, he is the laden branch
and she the blossom on the tree.

That is beautiful Viv.
You wrote about your two children as you saw them and it makes for lovely reading.

Thankyou for sharing it.
Maisie

Just spotted this. I don't know how I missed it, me being the greatest defective in the land as well! (looks round for Josieclick and kicks her magnifying glass)

These were lovely poems ladies. Your children are lucky to have such lovely mums.

I'd write one for mine but I can't find a rhyme for "bliddy nuisance"

@Monsy

You know you dont mean that Monsy but I know what you mean

Lovely poem Vannin, brought tears to the eyes

Mon's you brought tears to my eyes for a different reason, you're a tonic