a poem to my son willie d. tinsley,3rd

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    a poem to my son willie d. tinsley,3rd


    HE STARTED THIS JURNEY ON A HOT JULY DAY,
    A HANSUME LITTLE BOY, I MUST HAVE TO SAY
    HIS HAIR WAS SHORT, BUT LOOKED NICELY STYLED
    I HAD ME A MAN, BOY THAT MAD ME SO PROUD
    HE WASNT OUR FIRST BORN, BUT I WAS SCARED MOST OF ALL
    HIS MAMA TO DELIVER, WILE THE DOCTOR FLIRTTED IN THE HALL
    WILBOR WAS COMMING THERE WAS NO WAY OUT NOW
    I THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE TO DO IT, AND DIDNT KNOW HOW
    I YELLED FOR THE DOCTOR, AND WHEN HE CAME NEER
    MY MAN WAS A COMMING, I COULD SEE IN THE MIRROR
    THERE I WAS STANDING THERE AT PAMS SIDE,
    THERE WAS OUR BOY, OUR TREASHER ,AND PRIDE
    I KISSED PAM GENTLY, AND WIPED SOME TEARS FROM MY FACE
    AND BOWED MY HEAD AND THANKED GOD FOR HIS GRACE
    THEY MOVED US FROM ONE ROOM, RITE INTO ANOTHER
    MY DADDY WAS IN THERE ON THE PHONE WITH MY MOTHER
    UP TO THAT POINT I NEVER SEEN DADDY CRY
    BUT WHEN HE LOOKED UP THERE WAS A TEAR IN HIS EYE
    HE WAS SO PROUD IN HIS CUT OFF JEANS
    HIS WIFE BEATTER SHIRT, A TRUE MAN OF NO MEANS
    WHEN HE ASK ME HIS NAME, HE SMILED AND LOOKED AT ME.
    I SAID ITS AFTER US, ITS WILLIE D NUMBER THREE.
    HE PATTED PAMS LEG, HUGGED ME AND LEFT US THERE ALONE
    I THEN FOUND MEMA TALKING TO PAPA ON THE PHONE.
    MEMA AND DADDY WAS THE ONLY ONES THERE
    I THANK GOD FOR THEM, FOR THIS TIME TO SHARE
    DADDY IS GONE BUT HIS MEMORYS WILL LAST
    ITS IN YOUR BLOODLINE THAT OUR NAMES PASS.
    AND MABY SOME DAY, GOD WILL BLESS YOU MORE
    ILL BE THERE WHEN YOU TELL ME, WILLIE D NUMBER FOUR.
    WELL THIS IS YOUR POEM, I GIVE IT TO YOU,
    I SIGN IT WITH LOVE WILLIE D NUMBER TWO,

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    tinamgoode commented on a poem to my son willie d. tinsley,3rd

    08-08-2009

    How touching this poem is. I would like you to read my poem... GIFTS. You might enjoy it the way i enjoyed yours. May God ALWAYS Bles You and your Family! Peace& Smiles!

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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