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 they will drink
A toast and talk of 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 they will talk
And bring me back to life
And on a lonely walk
They'll talk about my wife

My children will recall
Our love that lasted years
Our photo on the wall
Will bring them all to tears!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 23rd, 2018 06:42
  • Comment from author about the poem: for my wife and children... just in case
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 47
  • Users favorite of this poem: Lorna, Laura🌻
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  • Lorna

    My uncle just died - lovely man of great age! He has scores of children, grand and great grand! And this is what they are doing right now.............terrific poem for your family Blue.....

  • Michael Edwards

    A sad thought but a lovely thought - where would we be without family?

  • Laura🌻

    A fine write and a great
    pic to be saved and
    cherished, Blue-eyed Bolla!

    At the end of it all,
    as Michael said...
    “where would we be
    without family.”
    I enjoyed the read!
    Thank you for sharing!

    ~Laura~



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