Christmas Poems For Son

Have you been pretentiously strict to your son throughout the year? Then open your heart to him this Christmas. Put your love and care in words this season and let him read through them to feel your concern. Let him hear though your silence and realize your anxiety and expectations. Dedicate a poem this Christmas to your son which can aptly speak your thoughts to him clearly. We bring for you some of the touching poems written by some well known poets which will convey your feelings in the most accurate way to your son. You can recite the poems at the Christmas dining table or write them on the cards which you present to your son.

Popular Son Christmas Poems

Father, son, spirit

The father conceives his son
the son grows with his father
the spirit allows the heritage
Father, son, spirit. The father says sweet things to his son
the son is a rosebud to his father
the spirit remembers the instant of conception
Spirit, father, son. The father works, gladly
the son at school, learns much
the spirit, lovingly, joins them
Son, father, spirit The son makes his father, a good father
the union of father and son,
is the work of the spirit of love
Spirit, son, father.

(Poet - Teresa Gonzalez-Lee)

MOTHER AND SON

My son
I am here
I cannot protect you
From the world.

My son
I am here
I can only love you
No matter what

My son
I am here
My love unconditional
On this you can rely

My son
I am here
To guide and to teach you
And now you must fly

My son
I am here
Life can be difficult
I hear your cry

My son
I am here
Changes are painful
Never forget who you are

My son
I am here
Maintain the faith
In yourself and in God

My son
I am here
Self acceptance is yours
Do not fear

My son
I am here

(Poet - Rose Falcone)

Have I Told You, Son?

Have I told you, son,
That someday you'll be a man?
And that someday that I can't help you,
You'll have to make a stand?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you, son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.

Have I told you, son,
That someday you'll have a car?
And that for you to reach me,
Would still be much too to far?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you, son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.

Have I told you, son,
That someday you'll have a wife?
And that she'll be there for you,
When I am no longer in your life?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you, son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.

Have I told you, son,
That someday all things will end?
And though I fixed your bicycle,
Some things you cannot mend?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you, son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.

And have I told you, son.
That someday soon I won't be ill?
And that even though I'm gone
I'll be with you still?
So hold your head up high,
And when I tell you son,
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.

And have I told you, son,
That someday we'll meet again?
And that you'll tell your son just what I told you 'way back then? '
So hold your head up high,
And when you tell your son
I say
Don't you cry, don't you cry.

(Poet - Gabrielle Morgan)

Mother to Son

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now—
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

(Poet - Langston Hughes )

My Son, My Precious One

I had heard of the feelings of a mother for her son
But I never knew what it meant
Until my son, my precious one
As a gift from my God was sent

He was fat and cute, dark hair on his head
The first time they brought him to me
I felt such pride my heart nearly burst
For this was my son, Wesley

So much sheer pleasure he has given to me
This sweet little boy of mine
Time passes so fast and yet, seems so short
From birth the years past are nine

With hair now red and freckles a few
A dimple in his cute little chin
He can melt my heart, fade my temper away
When he gives me his cute little grin

Most times to me he is so sweet
And so rarely temper is seen
When mischief rises ever so high
In those beautiful eyes so green

He is my baby and always will be
And proudly his father's son
So much love we give to him
Our son, our precious one

I thank God each day for giving to us
This one hundred percent little boy
Into our lives he brings so much
Our son, our most precious one.

(Poet - Sally Campbell )