INDEX:My Little OneMy Little ManCustodyYoung SonOf Youth===============P-My Little One 2010
My little one, don't cryfor I am there with youif not in body, then in spirit.For you are never farfrom my thoughtsand my being,for when I broughtyou into the worldI knew it wasfor the long haul,and I havenever had reasons to regret that.So please don't cry,but think of mehere so far awaybut never far fromyou.
Mike Adams1998-------------------------------------P-My Little Man 2010
Oh my little man,across the world you are,thou always closeto me my little man,no matter whereyou go No matterhow old you are,or how far you goyou are alwaysmy lovely little man.To remember you,and the memorieswe have sharedthe times we have had,to see you fresh from mein that hospital bed,oh what a site you wereso small, hardly big you were,but you were mine.The first we took you hometo meet one and all,oh how they cooed and cahwedover you,but you were still mineand I yours, your mother,nothing can change thatneither time or distancecan erase it you my son,my baby, my love, my hopes,my dreams and joys.To hear you talkfor the first time,to see you crawlfor the first time,to see you walkfor the first time.To change your diapersfor the first time,god it stank,but I loved you thenand now and I changedthem for you.The first time you went pottyby yourself how I glowed andgleamed at how proudyou were that day.To ride that new trikeor bike and more,opps how you fellbut up you came,oh how my heart soaredat how you grew,and now you are far away,but always close,in my heart and memories,in some scrap booksand like as well,fading slowly,but memories fresh to me.Love you son, come back tome one day.Love Mom
Mike Adams199? Written for a friend and her nine year old so far away.Mike Adams 8 September 1998.For Audie Omiak, miss ya gift from God. Thinking about you every day.--------P-Custody 2010
On to a plane of skullsshe does rides a horseof color red,to smite the bastardthat she once bed,but now divourced,to claim her children two,she ride thru hellon a pale horse,to find the bastardwho stole them away,and make his day,or in twain his penis small..
Mike Adams2002--------P-Young Son
A man, youngfull of lifeand promiseand gifts plentyhe came lookingto find what?Future,a leaderor fatheror friendsnot surewhat.But in theend, it endedto soonthe sun setand now what?Why, and whocaused his pain?Vengeance orpain unending
Mike2015For Christopher my son. I barely got to know you existed, and did not meet you offline..I wish I had got to know you much better and found out how special you was and .... but I was selfish, slow, weak and ignorant and too late.------P-Of Youth (July 1998)
Of youth, it is such a timea time of love, of lifeof exploring and such passionsstrong and new, each to be exploredand often shared.First love, first kiss, first timealone with one you love anddesire strongly..To fly like eagles high, andnever come down is the feelof youth, it comes but onceand is often search for oncelost, for time creeps up andtakes it away so quicklyfor time is a killer of usall, so enjoy the youth andexplore the passions whilethe time is now and love isin the air. To carress youand love you deeply, to sharesecret thoughts and hiddenpassions quite rare, to knowyou deeply, to touch you inways only a lover can isparadise in all its forms.
Mike1998?Dedicated to AmyI hope you like it, I did it online for you..Dedicated to Amy Huelsmeyeramyh16@hotmail.com------Copyright Mike Adams 19982010 is a organizational habit of mine to let me know its the last/best copy of the poem.