Black Poetry : For my son: I stand, watching over you

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  1. BeingHisDaddy

    BeingHisDaddy New Member MEMBER

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    I stand, watching over you
    In a dim lit room, the silence, the stillness
    As you sleep, my thoughts move through the space between us
    Softly, sweetly they approach the doorway
    Seeds in one hand, tightly grasped
    The other hand empty, yet ready
    With warm palm lines crossing and stretching from however, to whenever, to wherever
    Opening the door, seeing a boundless world of anything
    Time standing still, as still as I stand, watching over you


    Seeking to plant all that I have
    Seeds in hand, not all my own
    Some seeds from there, some from back then
    Others from yet to be, but all from up there
    Sifted through wisdom, these few remain, yet plenty
    Each chosen with a purpose clear, to take root in this place, unbound
    Nourished with the soil of peaceful slumber
    Watered by the rain that falls
    As I stand watching over you


    I plant each seed with steadfast care
    The soft ground opening, eagerly reaching from my hand
    It grasps quickly as I plant, my pace hastens to match
    My other hand free, palm held patiently upwards, ready
    Only begun, yet already growing beyond imagination
    Each seed, with a purpose, a boundless garden
    For you who sleeps so silently, and makes the rain fall
    A garden to supply your journey to where your heart leads
    Safe from a world that would seek to trample, what was so carefully planted
    With seeds from struggle, seeds of hope, seeds for your dreams
    The greatest gift I can give, as I stand watching over you


    A garden of anything, of everything you want to be
    With colors unseen, sounds unheard, tasting life abundant
    For you, to live and go wherever you want, it is my deepest prayer
    But if you lose your way, and you slip and fall from your garden
    Take my other hand, I kept it free and ready, palms upward
    To catch you, to guide you back to your dreams
    Whenever, however, wherever you find yourself, my son
    We will plant another garden together, you and I
    So let not a tear fall from your eyes
    I promise, my dear son, the time will come for tears, you will see
    Save them for the one that will make the rain fall, when they sleep
    As you stand watching over them
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    Welcome BeingHisDaddy to Destee.com poetic playground
    welcome to the new house you found
    welcome upon poets , this family and friends

    This was very heart felt and warm to da soul
    looking forward to reading you again soon and sharing poetic love

    Welcome !
     
  3. BeingHisDaddy

    BeingHisDaddy New Member MEMBER

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    Thank you kindly dear friend. I have thoroughly enjoyed my brief stay.

    Poetry is about the transference of a soul's heat and warmth. If you felt mine...then my purpose was served!
     
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    Clyde C Coger Jr going above and beyond PREMIUM MEMBER

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    In the Spirit of Sankofa and Peace and Love!

    For my son: I stand, watching over you


    I agree with Bro. $$RICH$$ and welcome BeingHisDaddy

     
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