Justin My Number One Son
Wow! Talk about ornery, just kidding he’s
not all that bad, from what I’ been told
he just takes after his dad. He’s seven years old
Going on twenty, has a great sense of humor
To him everything’s funny.
Knows what he wants and wants it right now
Needs help with nothing cause Justin knows how,
To do just about anything that needs to be done
Yep he takes after me, he’s my number one son.
He’s been through a lot much more than his share.
Yep! Gave ma and me a few more gray hairs
Love’s to play sports you know football and stuff
Thinks, he’s real cool and act’s really tuff. But
He’s quiet sometimes and can be really sweet, he’s
Just all boy from his head to his feet.
Sometimes I just want to scream, he makes me so mad, But
he’s my number one son takes after his dad.
I love you
Dad
Kevin, My Number Two Son
Kevin a little ornery five year old,
that has a heart of gold,
tries hard to be like his brother and his friends,
but always ends up getting hurt in the end.
Sensitive , oh so easily hurt,
but smart as a whip and always alert.
My number two son, has a mind of his own,
sometimes I worry when he’s not close to home,
he likes riding his bike, and playing with bugs,
and always wants something especially hugs.
Falls asleep watching T.V. Just about every night.
So I carry him to bed, but He’s pretty light.
Had trouble with his ears, but they must be ok,
can hear the ice cream man coming from three blocks away.
Loves Rock and Roll music plays air guitar well,
could be a musician, but only time will tell.
He’s a pretty good kid when all’s said and done
I love him a lot. He’s my Number Two Son.
I love you
Dad
Stephen, My Baby Boy
Well! It seems to me. That it wasn’t that
long ago, when me and mom, thought this time
we know, a cute little girl, it will be such a joy
and what do we get, Yep another baby boy.
But , Oh what a kid, Happy and funny and
cute as they come, he’s as sharp as a tack and
bright as the sun, spends most of his time on the
porch everyday, yelling for his friend to come out
and play, Ha Joe! Ha Joe as loud as he can
He yells for his friend, a fifty year old man.
And when I come home, he just bubbles with joy
and he gives me a hug, he’s My Baby Boy.
And he tries hard to talk, he’s got so much to
say. And he’s learning real quick, he gets better
each day, My Baby Boy, he must have been sent
from above, cause he fills me with Happiness, Joy
and Love
I love you
Dad
All poetry or lyrics are copyrighted© 2000 by Steve
Shanabarger
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