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Jose Gonzalez Sep 2015
Saturday is, it doesn't matter day,
I don't care to answer the phone
my day to get things done as so

To play in the sun, while living fun,
reliving youth with my child
being a dad as best I can

This day, I forget the world at large,
kicking back to whatever thrills me
letting go of the shackles that restrain

I let go of all my aches and sorrows.
hold on to the little arms, gifted by God
making it his day to be who he is

So I say to Saturday, my doesn't matter day
I am blessed to have you here
But, here's to the others in the week

I'm treating you just as the same!!

Copyright © J.L.Gonzalez 2015
Saturday, not a lot is going on, so I can spend more time with my son than during our busy week. Being a single Parent is difficult, but learning can be also. I want it to be Saturday for my son, everyday!
BTW - not looking for this to flow nicely, It's Saturday when I wrote this. lol
Gourab Banerjee Sep 2015
Never forget to say
A heartiest thanks
To the Peoples
Who led us
Whatever we're.
Being the Friend at bad times
Being the Philosopher at lost moments
Being the Guide to the journey of unknown.
My heart felt honor,respect to all of You
Who're liberal enough to teach me.
The priceless lesson's of Life.
Not possible to repay
Just a l'll tribute to the great souls. - 05.09.2014
Bernice Mendoza Sep 2015
A Mother's Care

Capture the child attending church
Awaking from sleep in pew of peace
Dress in wear a mother only stare
Content to be beside her fair
Holding the child breach in the seats
Trying to get back to God's only reach
Dainty little eyes that are of glow
Have I fail thee so tender and true
Did I given thee all that I knew
AM Aug 2015
Surely I have no idea about jealousy
until I see her having a lovely dinner
next to my table with her mother
Ron Sparks Jul 2015
little
nugget, wide-eyed,
hairless, with red-faced wails;
you just ate - why are we awake
tonight?
Jellyfish Jul 2015
Hit me again.*
You say it's a punishment.
You told me it's a learning process.
You act like it's the way to learn;
That you've done wrong.
So if I hit you back this time,
Will you realise what you've done?
Cori MacNaughton Jul 2015
Well I've gone and done it
I've gone and been true to myself
stood up for what I believe
and said so out loud
to the one most important to me
consequences be ******.

I'm sorry you could not do the same
afraid of what the fallout might be
yet in seeing your struggles
I knew what I could not be
and it made me stronger.

You made me stronger
in your choice to never
stamp your weaknesses upon me
in encouraging my choices
and questioning my doubts
and in showing me
that I had your respect.

Thank you Momma.
I love you and miss you.
My mom was born on 19 July 1927, and died on 21 Sept 2014.  
Most of what I am today I owe to her.
Swathi eruvaram Jul 2015
Scribbled some millions across the years
But this time I lay my pen carefully
Make the ink flow blissfully
Because its for you
A signature that holds a special responsibility
My first one as a parent on your school diary
One that will remain close to my heart dearly
Michael DeVoe Feb 2010
I imagine there is something I could've done
Something I could have said
Something I could've broken
To make you stay a little bit longer
Even if it were just to yell at me
Maybe then it would've taken an extra ten minutes
To forget your cologne
Maybe it would've taken ten extra minutes
To forget your cheek bones
Maybe if what I had done had been so bad
Maybe that would've giving me an extra hour
To remember you
But my mom tells me there is nothing I could've have done
That would've made you stay for good
I got myself suspended hoping
The school would call you instead of mom
But they only had our house number
And your postcards didn't have return addresses
So there was nothing they could've done to find you
My mom misses your income I miss your arms
I miss your baseball glove under my pillow
I miss your left hand on my cheek
I miss my black eyes
The school was so concerned about my home life
Back when I had a home
Now I just have hallways with doors that lead to rooms
We don't go in anymore
My mattress is on the living room floor
And I don't do my chores
Because you aren't there to make me
And for all the things I can't remember about you
I still can't make myself forget
The color of your taillights
And no matter what I snort I can't seem to burn the smell of exhaust fumes
Out of my nasal cavity
I will forever be eight years old
Forever have a tear stain on my right cheek
Forever know where to put my mom's head when she cries
I've had too much practice at being a man
To ever call you one
There is not a faucet or pipe
That hasn't leaked since you've left
Which is either how long you've been gone
Or how little you did while you were here
She says it's been for the best
Your post cards stopped coming
My cheeks stopped swelling
Your anger stopped echoing in my ears
And now I can't even remember the tone of your voice
But my mom says it's a lot like mine
So I try to change it when I'm at home
I didn't write about you in my college admissions essay
Under the challenges I've faced section
Not under the regrets section
Not in the areas to improve section
I put your story under my proudest achievements
Because if there is something that I never intend to do
It's grow up just like you
No matter how many girls I've ******
There isn't a single one that could pack a punch like you
Your postcards never had return addresses
But that doesn't mean I won't find you
And when I do you better hit me back
It's the least you could do
A collection of poems by me is available on Amazon
Where She Left Me - Michael DeVoe
http://goo.gl/5x3Tae
Michael DeVoe Feb 2010
I'm a soldier in the nightlight revolution
I'm fighting the nightmares that haunt your dreams
The monsters in your closet
And the Boogeyman under your bed
One outlet at a time
I'm a silent alarm that vibrates your covers
When older brothers come in after bed time
To cover your face in shaving cream
Dip your hands in popcorn bowls of warm water
Or just slap you in the face
Sometimes they're not that subtle
I know when there is a tooth under your bed
Or reindeer on your roof
I've got a motion detector to keep step fathers at bay
While your mother's asleep
I'm his grave digger and his crypt keeper
Taking his skeletons out of the closet
And laying them in the middle of the floor
That man won't call on you anymore
I'm a hug when all you need is a handshake
And a hold-you-all-night when all you need is a kiss on the cheek
I don't do half-***
When things go bump in the night I bump back
Never fear to close both eyes when you sleep
Dream of fairy tales, Prince Charming
Dream of Maid Marions
Waiting for your touch
Don't fear the reaper he fears me
I am a soldier in the nightlight revolution
Armed with so much more than illumination
I crawl through the cracks in the closet door
Make their shadows cast pictures of rainbows on your wall
The Boogey Man runs from Chuck Norris
Chuck Norris runs from me
Please rest easy
Let the night take you for all it has to offer
Through star lit skies and rain filled clouds on magic carpets rides
Ocean floors and clown fish in little yellow submarines
Rain forests with koalas and parrots and panda bears
Son never fear for what the night brings near
The nightlight revolution is here
Throw your dream catcher away I will hand craft each one
Take the lavender out of the window sill
Don't leave the door cracked
You've got me
I'm here
We're all here
Soldiers of the nightlight revolution
And we will not sleep til you're awake
A collection of poems by me is available on Amazon
Where She Left Me - Michael DeVoe
http://goo.gl/5x3Tae
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