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I Have One Living Son Alpha List Poems About Death Sad Poems Contents Home All poems: copyright by Nicholas Gordon Free scrapbook poems permission to use provided by the author. I have one living son, Justin, And two daughters: Letisha and Anastasia. And three dead sons, my first sons, Who died because they were too small. I love them as much as I do the others. They lived their entire lives within me, All but a few short, sickly days. And now I mourn them as I do my other loved ones passed. Do not think that time together Has anything to do with grief. Flesh of my flesh, they are my children. I think of them often, as I do my parents, As I would any souls I have loved. The dead whom we love are like trees on a riverbank: The river flows by, the trees remain. Three lovely trees, as tall and thick as any of the others. [contents] [home]