My Children

Kevin Michael Bloor

My children will live on
when I am in the earth.
When I am dead and gone,
they’ll meet with merry mirth

each Christmas, and they’ll raise
a toast or two to me;
a thought or two they’ll think
of how I used to be.

My children will survive
when I am dust and dreams,
when I’m no more alive
than silent, sleeping streams.

At Easter time they’ll talk
to bring me back to life.
And on a lonely walk
they'll talk about my wife.

Back home, they may recall
our lost and wasted years.
Our photo on the wall
may bring them all to tears!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2021 09:27
  • Comment from author about the poem: inspired by a Christina Rossetti poem...and for life of me, I can't remember which one it was!
  • Category: Children
  • Views: 63
  • User favorite of this poem: arobot.


  • orchidee

    Good write Kevin.

  • Jerry Reynolds

    Heartrending write, Kevin. Good one.

  • FredPeyer

    Well written, Kevin. We all hope that our kids will remember us. At least this would give our lives some meaning.

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      thank you. yeah, would be good to be in their thoughts after we have left this life

    • dusk arising

      Deep within these words is the love of you for your children. It speaks of family life and unspoken bonds of love.

    • Goldfinch60

      Very good emotion filled words Kevin.


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