Have I Told You, Son?

Have I told you, son,
That someday you'll be a man?
And that someday that I can't help you,
You'll have to make a stand?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you, son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.

Have I told you, son,
That someday you'll have a car?
And that for you to reach me,
Would still be much too to far?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you, son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.

Have I told you, son,
That someday you'll have a wife?
And that she'll be there for you,
When I am no longer in your life?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you, son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.

Have I told you, son,
That someday all things will end?
And though I fixed your bicycle,
Some things you cannot mend?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you, son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.

And have I told you, son.
That someday soon I won't be ill?
And that even though I'm gone
I'll be with you still?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.

And have I told you, son,
That someday we'll meet again?
And that you'll tell your son

just what I told you 'way back then? '
So hold your head up high,
And when you tell your son
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.

Life is to Enjoy

Your life has so many things to offer,
What it doesn’t is what you prefer.
Try to look at it from the positive side,
Only the will your journey be a joyous ride.
How many times did you laugh aloud today?
How many people did you say hi on the way?
These are simple things that make life pleasant,
If you don’t know this, you’re really ignorant.
Take a break, do something you love.
Your life is yours, gotta enjoy it somehow.
Life is to enjoy, something you should never miss.
If you have nothing to do, try writing a poem like this!!!

Mother`s love

There are times when only a Mother’s love
Can understand our tears,
Can soothe our disappointments
And calm all of our fears.
There are times when only a Mother’s love
Can share the joy we feel
When something we have dreamed about
Quite suddenly is real.
There are times when only a Mother’s faith
Can help us on life’s way
And inspire in us the confidence
We need from day to day.
For a Mother’s heart and a Mother’s faith
And a Mother’s steadfast love
Were fashioned by the Angels
And sent from God above . . .

Sadness

A state of mind some may call,
Or a part of life’s rise and fall.
In everyones life it may come,
And upset the wind or darken the sun.
In so many ways it is seen,
Seems life then looses its sheen.
Everyone falls into its gaping hole,
But rise out with a replenished soul.
A new feeling arises when one comes out,
Like the start of a flood at the end of a drought.
Some at the time may lose the will to live,
But the experience has so much to give.
Sadness it is you i talk about,
The immortal pain, the endless drought . . .