Seint My Little Baby Boy


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    Seint My Little Baby Boy

    From the big dipper, that gathered to shine
    To the cluster of lights from the bottom of the firefly
    Little Johnny lights the street lamps in the city
    While daddy’s on bended knee, waiting eagerly
    And there you shout out loud to cry
    Cry that makes my heart beat proud
    A vigorous boy, a curly hair,
    And a nose from your father

    Now that you’re here with Mama and Papa
    With all the guidance and lights of drama
    Don’t be afraid for we shall walk with you
    Learn, Love and Care for you

    Seint, we know that time will come
    Mr. Big dipper shall conceal his size at night
    Illumination of firefly will be covered by the rain
    And little Johnny will fail to dare

    This time, Remember those things we taught you
    And the strength that love can do
    All these words are made from heaven
    Because you, Seint, are God’s given.

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    WordSlinger commented on Seint My Little Baby Boy


    I like this, one of the greatest things, maybe is, is the door that opens a child of our own, ty WS

    EbonyQueen48 commented on Seint My Little Baby Boy


    this is beautifully written, very heart filled, i enjoyed reading your work, can you return the favor?? it would be appreciated

    dahlusion commented on Seint My Little Baby Boy


    Lovely & joyful!

    joy4allpoems commented on Seint My Little Baby Boy


    Well Done! One of the hardest things to learn as a parent is that our job(joy)as a parent is to love our children and point them toward God. The rest is up to Him and them. God Bless you and your lovely family! Houston T. Winegeart

    jagüey commented on Seint My Little Baby Boy


    This poem renews my faith in modern poets. A delightfully crafted poem with natural sounding speech and original imagery that add up to a solid 9 in my opinion. (I'm a pretty hard grader ;) Excellent job! Your son is blessed with sensitive and loving

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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