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My Dearest Son
Contributed by
Jeff_Scott_Morehead
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Saturday, 15th November 2003 @ 12:12:50 PM in AEST
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My Dearest Son
I never get tired of being here,
Holding you hand throughout your fears.
Making sure there are no monsters under the bed,
Setting your mind at ease, as you lie your head.
Let it be my voice that chases away,
The boogieman and the tears of the day.
Let me stroke your eyebrows, until at last you fall asleep.
I leave you my heart, its yours to keep.
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Jeff_Scott_Morehead
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2003-11-15 12:12:50]
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Re: My Dearest Son
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by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Saturday, 15th November 2003 @ 12:25:31 PM AEST
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Awwww.this is so comforting.... lovely write... Funny, when my nephew was a baby, I would stroke his eyebrows and he wuld fall asleep.. and I'm hoping to be able to do it again... soon.. (well, not with him tho' he still enjoys it.)...lol...
Hugs to Christian
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Re: My Dearest Son
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 01:07:49 PM AEST
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| awww i loved this poem, you know it brought me back in time when my son was little and how he would come into my roomand say mommy can i stay in here and i would hold his hand or like that stay in his room and rub his eyebrows wow thank you for a beautiful write makes you go back in time |
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