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Shadowed in the silent room, the day is almost done Dusk climbs in through the window glass, with one last ray of sun I start the task, climb on a chair, reach up to shelves so high to mother's boxes neatly stacked, as the dust gets in my eyes I take one down, to look inside and sit upon a chair I find some musty linens, laces needing some repair I also find old photographs, the year was '42 Her face was smooth as porcelian, with life still young and new Old documents and letters, a history unveiled Her letters, torn and yellowed, such stories they would tell The next box held some china, so lovingly embellished And then I found a book of verse, inscribed with poems she relished Some dresses stained and wrinkled, their fabric thin and tattered Were once a thing of beauty, as if they really mattered Her jewelry, gold and silver, some lovely rings and brooches A warm sensation circles me, her presence now approaches I sense a change come over me, and fleeting leave of gloom The darkness of the evening lifts, as sunlight fills the room She wraps her warmth around me, her fragrance in the air My loneliness is free to go, I know that she is there Among these things, I find the last, the smallest box of all Inside it are the baby clothes, I wore when I was small A letter there to tell me that she knows the tears I've cried Her words of love that never died, they fill me up inside These treasures speak her words to me, and now that I am grown She wants to tell her story, those parts I've never known I've heard her voice, while sitting here, among her china flowers I"ve found such peace, she's next to me, to spend these quiet hours ____________________________________________________________
You were beautiful, my tiny child, wrapped tightly in my arms, close to my heart. I listened to you breathing. I counted your fingers and your toes. Helpless, you cried out to me and I loved you with every ounce of my soul. Will you hear me when I cry out? Will you hold me close as I held you then? I remember the day You took your first step. There was no stopping you. Your feet gave you freedom to explore the world like never before but danger lurked. I opened those doors anyway, cautiously, and introduced you to the world. Where will you be when my legs no longer run? no longer work? Will you realize that I love freedom too? I laugh about that day you first tied your shoe. We tried and tried to get that rabbit in that hole and you finally did it. You pointed your toes for everyone to see how proud you were. I am proud too, of my writing and my drawing, of my needlework and my cooking. But my hands are beginning to ache and my fingers will not bend. I will lose the things that make me proud except for you. Hopefully not you. Will you let me brag on you? Even tell wild stories that are a bit beyond the truth? Will you be proud of me too? I waved good-bye that morning when you left on that large, yellow bus. I was so scared. I know you were too. You waved at me bravely through the dusty window but I saw the water forming in your eyes. You came home, however, full of pride and joy. You sang the alphabet song and got most of it right. You practiced for hours until you could sing it even in your sleep. But I'm afraid. I forgot whether I took my pills today or not. I forgot if I told this story before. I even forgot once who you were and it terrified me. My mind is my treasure the only thing I have left, and I heard you make fun of me for not remembering that I gave you the same gift as last year. Will you love me when I no longer know who I am? You came home blushing from the glow of your first kiss. Your first love, the one you thought was real. You talked about him non-stop. You changed for him. You gave. But he left you anyway for a blue-eyed girl and I held you while you cried for him. I too have a broken heart. The love of my life left me after fifty-six years. He left me here to live life on my own while he moved on to another realm And I cry for him too. I long for his shoulder and strong embrace. I feel betrayed because he and I made a deal that we would never leave the other alone. Yet I am alone sitting in an echoing house with no hands to hold. You welcomed her home today- your tiny baby girl. She has your eyes and possibly your toes. I see you counting them as they roll me into the room. You finally came to visit. It has been a while. You look up at me with tears in your eyes and ask almost desperately, "Will she tie my shoes when I get old? "
I carry my mother like a rock in my pocket that I just can't seem to throw away It serves me no purpose, it just weighs me down ~~~ When I first found it, when I first picked it up and started carrying it with me, I thought it so beautiful – I could look at it for hours But, like my mother, it never looked back at me, never grew warm under my loving gaze For the longest, I was blind to that, Blind to anything but the beauty, blind to the cold, hard, beyond-remote nature of the rock, of my mother, my stone ~~~ I carry my mother, a thought without weight And she's heavier and she's colder than all the stones there are ~~~ By the time I recognized her immutable, emotional unavailability, I had run out of joy, felt depleted of hope – But I could not, for the life of me, stop seeking a beauty, a warmth, inside her heart Could not stop wishing that one day this stone, my mother, deep inside my pocket, Might just become its own opposite – Change from hard to fluid, from cold to warm But my rock, my hard burden, will only turn to water When my mother stops being a stone
See the woman. See the face behind its age. See the beauty of her form. See the way her way becomes her. See past her once taught skin, as it was when it enflamed many a man. See the way she holds her head; the tilt of her neck, the ease of her being. See the strength that binds her jaw, unrelenting in its flex. See her hurt displayed, as shadows fall like night upon the earth, eager for rest and resolution - retribution, for the one she could not save. See her darkness. See it very well. See it shatter like glass, glinting, when she giggles like a girl. See her shine. As the shades of dark days rise, See the years that grace her eyes, like rays of her own sun exponentially shining forth. See forgiveness in her patient hands as they weave memories with a touch. See the breadth of her breasts, unapologetic, for they have quenched her children's hunger, soothed their frantic cries, and became the safe haven for her beloved. See her empty, scarred abdomen – round and perfect in its imperfections, once holding the essence of all things; carrying creation within – see the divine home of God. See the innocent baby, the impetuous youth, the voluptuous woman, the devoted wife, the selfless mother. See the wisdom of the grandmother – the epitome of every moment lived for someone else, and the realization of the circle. Hear the acceptance in her sigh. See the gifts she has given – see the woman! See the goddess! The beginning and the end! See the infinite that bares the name, Woman! See her for all that she is and isn't. Smell her scent and know you are home. Taste the strength of her words on your tongue. Hear her experiences like your own. To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity! See her face in your mirror. See the tears that fall proudly upon the woman you've become, and hope yet to become in time; when you have lived through all that has been set before you – tasted each woman's tears as if they were your own. When you enter that perfect union, timeless ancestry; when you become, when you come full circle; you will see yourself in all things, and your journey, will see you back home. *Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful Grandmother in mind. She saved my life in more ways than one. love you, Gran. This one's for you. (and every woman, and woman lover, here)
This song is for my mother Let her hear me cry I couldn't bring myself to write it 'Til this darkened day arrived A song about old promises Made so long ago Created and cremated Ashes of the words I spoke Long separated by the miles Distanced from her golden smiles Memory of a mother Shared my dreams and really cared Long separated by the miles Distanced from her golden smiles Mama… I know I wasn't there…… For you Would have placed A magic carpet 'neath your weak and shaky legs Would have raised A strong west wind Let you breathe with ease again Would have bribed God's venal angels Come and soothe your endless pain Would have vanquished All the demons And bring peace to you again Be the child I never knew In a land We won't grow old Be the light I always loved Warmed my dark And lonely soul Be the girl Playing games In a world The sun won't set Be the laughter Calms my heart I never will forget I won't forget, won't forget This song is for my mother Let her hear me cry Couldn't bring myself to write it 'Til this darkened day arrived Song about old promises Made so long ago Created….cremated Ashes of the words I spoke I broke my promises, oh mama Now you've gone away I'm broken Drowning in the pain each day I'm drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning This song is for my mother Let her hear me…….
Ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left. In cold or torrid waves, spent passions now abide for you have left me, long ago, I'm now, alone bereft. Grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left: beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide; for you have left me, long ago, I'm now alone, bereft. I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside. Beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide, we conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief. I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside, as the waves of age and ages, return only grief. We conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief. In cold or torrid waves, spent passion now abides, as the waves of age and ages, return only grief, ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide.
What makes the decision To flick the switch To end ones life For the sake of it Troubled, debts Bullied at school Fork in the road To let death rule Mums, dads Daughters and sons What ever affects them They just can't outrun Sadness and tears By all left behind Will they ever understand Suicide Mind
It will hurt like a tattoo guns sting as the ink infiltrates your skin. Your first love will be like a tattoo on your heart, buried deep, always remembering the blessings and pain he gave you. Be with a person who fills you with fluttering hummingbirds even after the first and second and tenth kiss who drinks the nectar of your demons and sucks them lifeless. There will be men who you think will carry you forever but after so long of holding your feet above the water they will throw you down. They will not reach out a hand to pick you back up. They will turn cheek, kissless and forgotton. You will stand with dirt palms and fall back into his inferno. There will be loves like this, who convince you to prick yourself with safety pins, the ones who carry guns on their backs but never shoot to protect, only to hurt. The ones who drink all the water, leave you parched in the desert of his mistakes telling you that they are your own. The ones who shoot arrows in your lungs and you lye bleeding believing that the color of your blood is true love for him. The hour hand will spin around the clock too many times before you leave him. It will hurt. You thought it was true, but after the death of it you will realize you deserve someone so much sweeter than a bitter apple. Love the one who doesn't cheat you blind, but instead comes to you with truths in his wretched palms and waits for you to forgive, but never gives up and never stops wishing that the past could rewind that he could change the things wrong that he did to you. Love the one who feeds your heart warm apple pie, who cries in front of your children, who drives them to school and hugs them when they get home. Be with someone who doesn't ask for you to change but instead loves your mistakes cradles them within his fabric lungs breathes them in with a grin. Love is an interesting thing. You will be thrown out of a moving car to the side of the road. Some will come running back to you. Don't jump back in the front seat, just run and run and run and run until you find someone who buckles the seat belt for you. Drives five under the speed limit, takes things slowly and waits for you to be ready to accelerate. Daughter, I am here for you. Remember me, the one who loved you first, the one who will never stop loving you. Come to me after he breaks up with you. You can cry on my shoulder, and ill wipe your tears with my sleeve. Daughter, Find a love who loves you the way that your father and I love you, the way that your grandmother loves you. Find a love who already considers you family. Who meets you and looks into your ocean eyes and drowns peacefully into your heart.
God/Jesus Loving, Good Saving, Blessing, Guiding King, Lord of Lords, Savior, Creator Teaching, Leading, Fishing Powerful, Almighty Father Father strong, industrious building , directing , sacrificing family head, director, leader, manager hardworking, supporting courageous, patient Mother Mother caring, kind nursing , assisting, guiding teacher, adviser, counselor, caregiver, leading, molding, supervising tender, understanding friend Friend loyal, warm brothers, sisters giving unconditional love whom we can hold on to and trust, so,love and honor your father and mother one of the commandments of God Above are precious diamonds and gifts of love, Safely kept in my diamante- poem treasure box. August 18,2012 First Place Contest: Diamante Judged: 11/13/13 Sponsor: Poet Dr. Ram Mehta
I was blessed to know a woman in my life Who faced hard times, struggle, and strife. A Chinese immigrant, she came from a poor town Lost her husband, was kept from her daughter, but not kept down. She had three other children who were born here Getting them a better life was her biggest fear. She had to fend for herself and them alone you see, Speaking little of the language in this foreign country. But, she had always lived a determined life So she fought back...with a fork and a knife. She opened a restaurant in a small community Where her gracious manner made her friends instantly. Her children would grow up in town with new friends The restaurant she opened was the mean to her ends. She worked very hard...sometimes eighteen hours a day She never complained because that was her way. Her life's expectations knew more successes sublime The restaurant grew...one egg roll at a time. She once told me of the anxiety she felt at the money she'd spent... Laughing said, "My uncle said sell 2 qts of Chop Suey/Day...you've got the rent." She was a woman who chose kindness as she felt had to her been shown To people far and near her generosity was known. She was thankful that she had the opportunity To give back with love rather than animosity. I first met her over some 30 years back She struck me from the that moment as a person who had the knack To make others feel at home though strangers they be She certainly did, because she did it to me. I still remember her caring for me...it was shown Once caught in a blizzard, she opened her home. So often was there a path to this woman's door Though she stood, less than 5 foot 4. Her heart was as big and wonderful as one would want An earthly angel, she was heaven sent. Though her health began to wane later in life She never gave in to that world of strife. Her eyesight began to fail and it was difficult for her to see But that didn't stop her or her generosity. She loved people and filled everyone with cheer Ever thankful that she had had a life here. Though she is gone I'll never forget her face Or her love of life, devotion to family, and unstoppable pace. To me I'll ever be thankful to have had the joy Of calling her "Ma" ... ONE IN A MILLION~was Connie Moy! 1st Place Winner - "One in a Million" Poetry Contest
Can you see them run to me – arms wide and laughing, calling me, Mama: keeper of the stars, moon and hearts? Can you see them kiss away my pain, healing every hurt that's ever marked me broken, dead or dying? Can you see them hurt me? When they curse me, flay me; ground me with their unformed anger and bravado-uncertainty until they fly behind doors, crying over what they've said – wishing they could take it back? O', does that pride HURT! It stabs the chest and holds…holds…holds. Can you see them behind doors and feel their wishful hearts burn? Can you feel them loving me through it all? Love is not something easily hidden. Love like that breaks down doors – sees through them. Can you see my tears; feel the weight of them on your cheeks? They are yours. Where you are (past the furthest/closest door) can you see me in them? Can you see the love I kept hidden in my dark and painful dungeon? You never knew what he did to me – but deep down, I blamed you anyway. There was only you left, you see; always you. Can you see, I'm just like you? If you can see me, you know. And if you can hear me crying through this God Damned pen (all those notes – all those written sorry's slipped beneath doors - you must have known that even at 37, I'd write you my heart in a note!) You, Gran/Mother, are my one and only regret. That for 7 years, I treated you like a burden, a bother, and a barrier. I treated you like you should have treated me – an unintentional intruder; like something taken, not given. But worse than that, I treated you like an acquaintance. Knowing how badly that must have hurt you, makes me want to be kicked in the face until I am unrecognizable; to the rest of the world, and myself. But life's not like that, is it? No. You knew that, too. My baby boy has your nose, ears, and eyes. Do you think that if I whisper in his ear tonight while he sleeps (between you and me – at the doorway), you could hear me? Tonight, I will whisper love in his perfect ear (pressed up against heaven's door) - maybe you will hear me say, "Indy…Gran, I'm so sorry. If you can hear me, please give me a sign so I will know you've heard me. I want to see you smile again – just one more time…please… let me know that somewhere, behind the door, you forgive me…" And in the darkness of his bedroom; the moonlight covering his small face like an angel's kiss, the baby boy in her likeness, smiled.
A precious gift! Joy unimagined fills my heart She smiles! My heart races, leaping! And like a butterfly in spring, gliding, It dips among new blossoms Like a sweet melody playing softly in the cool of the evening, I soar! My baby, my first, like an angel sleeps Soft, warm and brown I stare in awe of this most perfect gift from God! Tiny almond-shaped eyes, sparkle- searching Nothing as beautiful have I ever seen! She cries and her teardrops like crystal daggers Pierce, my joyful heart! And like a wounded sparrow it plummets Free-falling, and I am left puzzled...confused Nervous, I gently hold her close to my breast I am sure she can feel my heart beating.. Suddenly our faces brush... she turns- Our eyes lock, and smiles ripple! My first born--all is well in my world. © 1992 ~*~
"Well," She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. "What is it!" The air was still. There were no words. Just the sound of bodies breathing in – and holding. "Congratulations." He held out his arms, handing the mother, her baby, "You have a son." The moment shone like glass in the center of the heavens – pure and eternal. It was redemption from every wrong thing she'd ever done. It was the shining eyes of God smiling onto her exhausted face; lighting it with hope. It was the only place there was – the only time, the only space. It was the only feeling that existed. They were the only two incarnate souls in the room; on the planet, and in the universe. This was her child – her son. And she was his mother. (there are no words for such things. suddenly, I feel like an intruder. there are too many eyes, words and moments here. so it is here, I take my leave; leaving this mother and the only soul in her universe to their perfect moment. they will have many more moments in this lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life; mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very first. None.) "It's a boy." she whispered. Her throat a crumbling tunnel; stunned, but not really. Like she'd known it all along. "My baby boy…" She smiled into his ancient, brand-new face; tracing his delicate cheek with the back of her finger. "He's perfect." She ran her palm along the bottom of his soft, miraculous foot, and laughed. "Look at your feet – they're huge!" And as she wiped the tears with the heel of her shaking hand – smearing what was left of her mascara - she looked in to his, as close to heaven as one can get, eyes, and said, "Hi. I'm your mama." He smiled at her. He knew. He'd known it all along. "And I'll love you forever…" The world closed its shades then. Leaving the sacred to its history; the moment to eternity; and their universe to its quiet, little room. *Inspired by Deborah's, You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, contest; and every mother who has graced this sacred room.
Once bloomed a rose so young and fair With dark brown eyes and long black hair Beside her be a tall dark tree Whose branches stretch to smother thee Too close beside the shadowy bark That soon begins to leave its mark She cries for help, but none shall hear Her thorns too sharp, who'd dare go near? To save this rose, who'd risk their life? With naught to gain but pain and strife Alone, afraid, she lays to rest Her heart beats low inside her chest And with the hour growing near She sheds her final grieving tear And so the rose soon falls asunder Her final day, eternal slumber She lies beside the old dark tree The only one who mourns for thee
The light is muted, glowing ever so faintly and I cup my hands to shelter it from the harsh wind... It flickers, it wavers, and my heart does a triple dive then beats back to normal as I see that flame fight, become steady, and stand up against that wind. I've seen this happen before, but it always tries to shine forth with a ferocity that can only be fueled by love and faith... A different gust, another typhoon, yet still it tries to beam... This light amazes me with its tenacity. I go through life with only a mere spark of it in my heart But how proud I am to have been borne from it, to have it with me, burning in my soul. This light is awe-inspiring... with just a kiss from it and warmth abounds, never burning out, rather, sharing that glow to brighten lives. I fear though, for the light is muted, glowing ever so faintly and I cup my hands to shelter it from the harsh wind... Taking deep breaths, we search for ways to make that flame glow strong again, burning as bright as before A strike of a match for a candle, with its smoke weaving its way to heaven, to say a prayer for that light to keep on glowing The wick may be short, the wax melting faster than we would want it to... But the light is still there, and that gives me hope. 12272011238p322 Ilaw --pronounced 'ee-lao' as in 'how'; meaning "light" "Ilaw ng tahanan" is a Filipino idiomatic expression that refers to mothers; This phrase can translate to "light of the home"
The warrior lays her weary head, With heavy heart she cannot bear, Burning tears stream down her face, As whispered memories touch the ear. Her armour tarnished by remorse, Her battle-cry a wimpered row, Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, Will never know forgiveness now. The song began two score ago, When two came knocking at her door, In need of refuge from the world, Of that, and love, and little more. Forced to fight for every smile, Her only solace found in song, She longed for love to rescue her, And plant her where she could belong. Jealous tongues are seldom kind, Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, The caged canary only sings, When coaxed to praise from up above. For the steely spine that now I own, Forever shall I grateful be, A gift from her, and from her own. Courage mounted inwardly. I'll not forget how I have loved thee, And youthful memories I will prize, Til on the shore of His forgiveness, Whereto now, we both shall rise.
You made the mistake and now, your afraid to face this day. Your thoughts are racing through and through. You wonder if your family looks at you as a disgrace, but you'er mother takes you and reasures, your very much loved in grace. Even though your much to young for this breathing little thing this has become. You couldn't just throw it out like it was a peice of trash. So you grow up and take the path that led you to your best mistake for years to come.
You came to me on angels wings Your smile was so divine, I looked into your big blue eyes Not believing you were mine. With skin so soft and hair of down You came to me that day, And as I held you on my breast You stole my heart away. Sweet child if you could ever know The love I felt for you, As the years flew quickly by That love just grew and grew. So I'll just quietly watch you grow Into a man my son. I want you to know what a privilege it is For me to be your mom. Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 2002 Gautami Phookans Contest: The Sweetest Touches of Verse
Though many songs are written of angels I must add to the empire This small hymn to a woman, a champion of life Nameless here, but named in all things good and pure I'll stand beside her work, her artistry astounds the stars And all light that is given is humbled in her presence Every worry is smoothed away, all tears absolved God, let me take her sadness into me and carry it for her Until I am old, and then I'll have my chance to see her once more I am not a religious man, but she brings the divine to me And cradles me forever in her selfless, adoring arms I love you mother, I love you I will always love you
I finally got to see Avatar and as a HUGE movie fan, I was very impressed. It could very well get the Oscar (although I still love "500 Days of Summer" or "Up in the Air" for an Oscar!) (a Triple Triolet) Where blues and purples dominate, Pandora beckons from beyond. Entranced by it, I gravitate. . . Where blues and purples dominate, a way of life to celebrate and with creation, share a bond. Where blues and purples dominate, Pandora beckons from beyond. There stands a tall strong mother tree, and mountains float upon the sky. What many wonders you can see! There stands a tall strong mother tree inside this forest fantasy; take hold a huge bright beast and fly! There stands a tall strong mother tree, and mountains float upon the sky. Perhaps one day we'll understand, as did the one named Avatar, to live in peace, stand hand in hand. Perhaps one day we'll understand to say "I see you;" love our land; no need to leave and travel far! Perhaps one day we'll understand as did the one named Avatar. Jan. 8, 2010
A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, as the clouds dip into the sea. A kiss from that rose as the waves fall, over the beach to a rose kissed me. A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, as we wrap in lovers embrace. A kiss from a rose as homeward we go, to a bed clothed in satin and lace. A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, with passion and warmth do we grasp. A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms, my hand in her labour pain clasp. A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, that wanton and curvy young bride. A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe, so loving, in motherly pride. A kiss from a rose on a sunset night, without whom I'd not share my life. A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled, the place of my darling rose wife! (c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)
From a babe to a man, I needed your hand. Now I understand, it was part of God's ultimate plan. I was to be raised by another woman. Don't get me wrong, Grandmomma was something! She gave me all the love a child could need. She was always there for me. Truly a blessing! No Mother, you don't owe me a thing. Not even an explanation. I can't sing, so I wrote this dedication, tTo show my appreciation. Momma, Momma you're still #1. No matter the distance; rRegardless of what you've done. As God is my witness, I'm still your son. Yes I hold resentments, and that is hard to ignore. My hurt I can't hide. When you kicked me out. And out of your three children, why was I the one you let go? From afar you watched me grow. Did you worry about my well being? On the surface, looks can be deceiving. No, I was not well. I was actually a child living in hell. Easy for you to say "It's over, it's the past". I was forced to grow up too fast! Momma, Momma you're still #1. No matter the distance. Regardless of what you've done. As God is my witness. I'm still your son. I remember spending the night with you and that was such a treat, just to escape the hurt from being beat. Looking back it was a real tragedy. I felt you didn't love me. You were my Mother but you gave me up so easily. Grandmomma became my only family. The only person I could rely on. But now she's gone. Even now as a grown man, I feel so alone. If I could sing, this would be my song-- Momma, Momma you're my queen. For you I would do anything. I just want you to be proud of me. Whatever I've done, please accept my apology. I'm not perfect, never claimed to be. But I am strong. Especially dealing with this pain for so long. I just hope we can finally be a family when I come home. Dedicated to my Momma "Phyllis Ann Lopez" Note: Thank you Poetry Soup for allowing me to share another piece of my life. From both pieces "For Grandmomma" to this piece "For Momma" you can picture my relationships with both women. My mother was far from perfect...But no one is perfect and I love her all the same! Jimmy
Unsung Hero – My Mom My Mom has always been unassuming, never flashy, But her name deserves to be up in bright neon lights. My magnificent Mom, Olegaria, is my hero! In her eyes, no one is a zero, And she is a blessing to all who crosses her path. Successfully raising her own five children, She also helped to raise all the stray children in her neighborhood. Her guiding motto is "You can't believe in God and Not care about others - whether it is people, plants, or animals." An extraordinary human being, generous to a fault, She would give her last slice of bread To anyone who needed to be fed. Nothing, including her time, is too good or too precious To share with family, friends, and even strangers. Often she'd sacrifice her own happiness, If it meant that others would be happy. While Mamacita is very humble, forgiving, and non-judgmental, She is nobody's fool and can be a fierce lioness, Quick to defend her values and those she loves. Caring mothers like her are especially rare today, And should be declared national treasures. Because of her powerful influence and the solid values she instilled, I am a stronger, kinder, more conscientious, and better person. My Mom helped me to see life in a more positive And compassionate way – to treat people How I would like to be treated. Even though she is not a regular church-goer, She prays several times daily and her home is her altar. I thank God every day for blessing me with this wonderful mother, And for her continued presence in my life. Mom, you will always be my hero! Entered in "Unsung Hero Contest" sponsored by Carol Eastman (7-30- 2014).
Mother Teresa She is the mother of every poor people, injured people, ordinary people... Always we remember the great news 'Mother Teresa will get the Nobel Peace Prize.' It was one of the best moment in our life... She lived in our city Kolkata (Calcutta) . She ate our Bengali foods. She loved us so much... One day, I was twelve years old I met her at Mother House along with my parents. I looked at her heavenly eyes. I touched her sacred feet and hands. I heard her divine speeches. I love her innocent smile. I told her only the sentences, 'You are the mother of the world, Mother of my parents. So you are my grandmother.' My father hesitated. My mother was silent. Mother Teresa said to me with smile, 'GOD BLESS YOU MY SON' Today my eyes are full of tears Mother, I miss you. I love you so much.... SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA (Mother Teresa founded the Missionaries of Charity, a Roman Catholic religious congregation, which in 2012 consisted of over 4,500 sisters and is active in 133 countries. They run hospices and homes for people with HIV/AIDS, leprosy and tuberculosis; soup kitchens; dispensaries and mobile clinics; children's and family counselling programmes; orphanages; and schools. Members of the institute must adhere to the vows of chastity, poverty and obedience, and the fourth vow, to give "wholehearted free service to the poorest of the poor". Mother Teresa was the recipient of numerous honours including the 1979 Nobel Peace Prize. In 2003, she was beatified as "Blessed Teresa of Calcutta". A second miracle credited to her intercession is required before she can be recognised as a saint by the Catholic Church.)
As I recall those lonely childhood days My heart weeps for myself drenched in tears How I yearned mama for a gentle hug from you A soft caress and a kiss to make me glow Engrossed as you were tending to my dear brother And here I deduced you never did bother The scars grew each year And estranged I felt from your care But now seeing you strain As you beckon me near My heart cries in earnest struggle And yearns to snuggle Forgive me ma for I have erred Being blind to your loving words To your implicit care Being blind to the glistening tears That uttered silent prayers Being blind to the anxious queries Masked with concern Blinded I was and you I blamed I beg your forgiveness. @ Nadiya (19 Feb '15) Placed 9th on 21 Feb 2015 in the contest 'Forgiveness' by Rob Carmack.
While walking through a hospital one day, a veteran I did see He was in a wheelchair with both legs missing, and he did it for you and me. I turned around a corner and down another hall Only for my eyes to behold a family who has lost it all A five year old cried out,"Why did daddy have to die?" The mother held her son closer while she greived and began to cry The mother of that young Marine, who had fought over in Iraqu Wandered why her son so brave, didn't survive the enemie's attack The father of that soldier, hung his head to cry He was a retired soldier himself, why couldn't he have been the one to die? His heart broken sister, sits in shock and tries to deny The death of her older brother, he was killed and don't know why A few days later, a family, everybody all dressed in black Went to the funeral of a twenty-five year old who too our bullet in Iraq The Bible says "thou shalt not kill." and "Love your neighbor" too Maybe our soldiers aren't doing what's right, but they still take your bullet for you They sleep in foxholes, and eat in trenches, and do all that they know to do They rest in the sand with no comforts of home and they take your bullet for you The restless nights turn into days, you wouldn't believe all they go through THe rest of us sit at home and gripe, and still they take your bullet for you The next time you hear a 21 gun salute, don't condemn as others do The next time the taps are being played, remember, they took that bullet for you. Thanks, Veterans for your sacrifice.
Its Raining… God's Cleansing Tool Cloud-Concerto… How Cool ! Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools… who, don't have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain… … I think I'll go Join Them… Again Amen
From the very start, I always knew. You had a kind heart, One that was true. My values you would possess, Taking with you every word I ever said. With each new success, You would move ahead. I knew all along, You would be all right. For you are so strong, With a future that is so bright. How you have grown, And become so mature. I could not ever have known, Just how much--that is for sure. My sorrow will subside, My worries I will put to rest. As I look at you with pride, And I wish you all the best.
My mama always loved to sit and read the Bible in her rocking chair. Out on the cabins porch with soft scents of honeysuckle floating on the air. The yard was full of chickens and us girls running barefoot we would play. Back in the hollow a southern breeze blowing,emerald pine trees would sway. The lil' hollow was filled with the aroma of fresh apple pie baking in the oven. That my sweet mama made for us with gentle hands and so much lovin'. Daddy worked hard to see we were fed and taught us to fish and such. Protected us and gave us love and disciplined with a daddy's stern touch. Left mama to teach us the ladylike things that we ought to know. To say please and thank you and to church we should go. I look now through these tear filled eyes at mama's old rocking chair. Out on the porch wishing mama were still here reading out in the country air.
In an effort to immortalize you, I gilded ocean size frames in gold leaf and painted your portrait with peacock feathers dipped in oils. I spelled out your name in bumble bee wings still quite attached to tame bumble bees hovering in obedience and formation in the sky I built a piano from felled red wood trees and carved your likeness on each key which I then filled up with ebony and abalone polish I traveled to Old Russia to the Crimean forest and pulled every wildflower up by it's roots and replanted them just for you, on the cliffs, overlooking the Black Sea. I tamed a black leopard and rode on her back 'round the world, with a banner, a list of your accomplishments flowing in silk for miles behind me, past onlookers reading your life. I sang gypsy music, as a siren on the wind while I wept and flooded each street with the depth of one tenth of the emotion you harnessed and kept at bay in your infinite quiet. I started with one person, your granddaughter, with your blue eyes her sitting on my lap, looking at me with a maturity past 3 years of age, and imprinted every memory of you in the air, for her to grab. You are not immortalized in portraits, or wings, or notes. You are not immortalized in flowers, or banners or sirens. You are immortalized, forever remaining, in the humble prayers of this innocent child.
the pearls from your eyes are far more precious to me than any treasure your big sacrifice nothing more to compare with you're my great hero I owe you my life mom, my heart melts when you cry your tears: pearls of love unconditional that's the greatness of your love in you, I feel God mom, I'm so sorry sometimes, I make you lonely but you're dear to me you bear all the pains pearls of great love on your cheeks every drop, I'll kiss for I do believe you want only the best for me all your pray'rs and wish thank you so much mom those pearls of great mother's love be kept in my heart you're my only mom replaceable by no one comfort and best friend my ardent prayers may you live long in this world may God gives you strength March 24, 2013 Note: This poem was conceived both from the "Pearl" theme and one of my possible adorable picture themes of my latest contest, "Mother's Love"- merged into one. It is also composed with the inspiration of all mothers in this world. You're indeed the greatest heroes/heroines! I am so proud of you! I lovingly dedicate this poem to you dear mothers and friends! Big hugs to all of you! Of course, I include especially my loving/dearest mom who's my greatest inspiration, refuge and best friend. This poem can also bring to us a message for this Easter Season as we remember Mother Mary who'd suffered much seeing her loving son Jesus Christ's great sufferings on the cross at Mt. Calvary- a mother's great love to her child indeed! HAPPY EASTER SEASON TO ALL! First Place Contest: Any Poem Goes Judged: 3/29/2013 Sponsor: My Greatest Poet and sis PD
(MOTHER) For you I sing on this day For you have shown me love, each and every way I am yours and you are mine I respect your love until the end of time With a mother like you, my life will always shine Finding sun when there is rain You are there to guide me in my pain Lifting my heart when I am sad Holding me when I am crying too You are there when things get bad Always doing what is true When I say things to hurt you, or get you mad I am sorry to have disappointed you like the times i got upset and started to fight How about the times I tell you that your wrong Never giving up on me, always showing me love Always waking up to a good morning kiss, Than you always bless my goodnight kiss, In those moments my life is where it belongs For those reason to me you will always be right Mother, I love everything you do Like when you cook for me You also showed me how to tie my shoe All those times I made you yell, or did not do things your way You always found ways to make things well Always having the perfect thing to say With a mother like you, I ask my self everyday Are we a gift to you, from heaven above Or, are you a gift to us, with lots and lots of love Mother, I do not want to see you mad or sad You deserve to be treated special, from the day of birth You deserve one more extra day besides your birthday Mother, you always know what to say Mother, you deserve every thing your way Mother, for you I will always pray Mother to you I give all my heart Mother not even your death tore us apart Mother you are still in my soul no matter if we are apart Mother I will never change you for another This poem is just for you mother Mother for you I praise your special day HAPPY HAPPY MOTHERS DAY (TO MY MOTHER WHO IS STILL WATCHING OVER ME) ( I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 17 )
A solitary piece the diamond precious rare gem most treasured by those lucky enough to hold Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp Like the gemstone the mother requires very specific conditions in holding fast her (family/) childrens love Treasured forever in her heart she will go out of her way to preen and protect them holding them dear to her deep within her maternal safe – the heart closely guarded by the mind Her infatuation of all treasures to her are totally understandable especially when you think to the complexity of structure and process taken in creation Just as from the 'unbreakable' in ancient greek this alletrope of carbon with strength of bonding between atoms is representative of that strong love between mum and child The maternal being could be compared to the superlative physical qualities of the stone Even the characteristic luster of this gem so prevaient from its ability to disperse light and colour compared to the many strengths, roles and qualities of the mother seen by the many she deals with daily A most high pressured job versus the high pressured temperature within the Earths mantle that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to Infants delight and ignite the forbearer just as the jewel would dazzle the room a mother's love encaptures the magical luster of those she's birthed and nothing stands inbetween this richest of cargo's
Every day she comes to visit her, lifts the spoon to her thin lips. Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps. Life arrested in its waning grip. Every day she comes with hope that something in her changes. Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps The memories time rearranges. Every day she comes and wonders, will she wake today and speak? Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps An imprisoned mind in body weak. Every day she comes and touches the woman like no other. Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps. Maternal daughter, loving mother. 1/1/2013
My white-washed bars surrounded me - they held me as I slept; they soothed me when the days were long, and mother's blue-eyes wept. A baby girl, six months or less, awakened from my sleep - stood up legs as sure as hope; as strong as flat is steep. My hands, my saviors, gripped the rail so I could peek outside – the bluest sky I'd ever seen, As tall as it was wide; came into view - between the blue, an airplane gliding by, its smoky streamer like a flag, across my memory's sky... The memory is a simple one - a window, sky, and plane - but in my heart, it's heaven's door and there it shall remain. I've hung it on my memory's wall Between that life and this – It covers every hole I've dug In sorrow's vast abyss. This picture brings the special peace I knew when I was small – Where mother's just beyond the door, and waiting for my call… *Inspired by Danielle's Earliest Memory contest. I have blocked out almost every memory from my childhood, and only a very few gems remain - this is the first. and I will treasure it always...
Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . Here, let me take your hand and I'll fluff up that pillow for you How odd that the wind is nowhere today- Whistle a happy tune for me, love Don't you always say that whistling calls the breeze, invites it in? It's never failed before, just as seeing you never fails to put a smile on my face ...I can almost forget the pain Whistle for me, and I shall sing for you This is how I've always imagined us, in a garden, the wind tickling the leaves as we both immerse ourselves in music and laughter, with the birds joining us in our song... Just hold my hands, keep them warm as we bask in the sun's golden rays... seems like forever since I've felt it Don't be afraid to close your eyes, love I'm just here ...let me watch over you for once You haven't slept for days, let me do this and sing you a lullaby Hush, wind, hush let my voice soothe his heart this time I can feel your pulse- it beats so much faster as mine slows down, slipping... much like the sun slips from my eyes, my final sunset. Forgive me, love, for leaving you this way I know you wanted to be awake when I go But you've been so tired, and I don't want to see your eyes' lights die as my own flicker and fade It's better this way, believe me The two of us imagining a garden, hand in hand As the wind breezes past, so shall I... forever in your breath, my love dwelling in your heart, fanning those flames and when you feel that wind has left you, remember what you always do... Whistle and I am there 08172011400p433 My maternal grandparents were my inspiration for this, so this holds a special meaning for me. This actual scene didn't actually transpire, although certain events inspired what happened in this poem. My grandmother was a soprano, my grandfather did always say that, to whistle to call the wind... Even if she was 11 yrs younger, she died 12 years earlier than he did. Theirs was a beautiful love story.
No mother would fill up her eyes with tears of woman... if it weren't for God performing a miracle at dawn, as she cried out in joy and held her baby in trembling arms but shed many sweet tears hearing his laughter so loud; oh, he couldn't see her mommy's face through his tiny eyes, and it will be long before he'll will utter the first word, " Mom." Now that baby sleeps under the attentive look of his mom, who's too young to become a mature woman; many visions of this birth crossed her gleeful eyes she dreamed of the very same words whispered at each dawn, repeating them in her silly head as if they sounded too loud... while cradling a pretty doll in her folded arms. Will she be welcomed home by her parents opening their arms? Will they reprimand her and not consider her a legal mom? Perhaps they will not be angry and speak not so loud: girls are supposed to be girls, not suddenly turn into woman... So this innocent girl, deceived by a bad boy, must wake up at dawn when her baby cries and feed him with scary, childish eyes? Nights seem longer for her, trying to stay awake rubbing her eyes, what she beheld in those exciting eyes, now it's a burden in her weary arms; she remembers that pain was too unbearable, but joy more sublime at dawn... how will she learn how to care for the infant by watching her mom? She must have seen a nursery or read a book how to think like a real woman, and can anyone imagine how she keeps that secret instead of revealing it loud? She must gather enough courage inside to feed her baby who can't cry loud, but for now she must carry that baby without sighs of distress into her bright eyes; and her parents can see the changes making her a loving person already woman; they may ask questions to why she has gained weight and holds dolls in her arms... no, they aren't anticipating great news and in doubt, they await a splendid dawn. Mother and daughter closely together amazed by the coming dawn, any concealed secret can be easily spoken...somewhat joyful and loud; they imagine the infant's futures will be part of grandma and mom! Their reunited hearts come together to show love in their delighted eyes, and they'll take turns feeding the new-born, tenderly lulling him in their arms; what if forgiveness hadn't been there to deny her all of the joys of woman? Would a mother deny her daughter compassion as a good woman? Even God hurried dawn to offer that gift into her gracious, tender arms... and those arms accepted it with the gentleness and kindness of mom.
Confetti flutters the sky A bride dressed in pearly white Footprints pave bright virgin snow Steps to her future
Sometimes, I cannot help but sigh and wonder-- wonder deep inside of me whether I could ever be like you. I riffle through the pages of my soul and find a lot of them empty Unlike yours, which seem to be bursting, blinding, bursting, and still continuing to burst with brilliance... So much so, that your soul's light has spread far and wide, very much like sunlight's fingers opening the morning sky curtains, touching and warming those who need it. Tanglaw Each step that you take, each breath that you exhale, each prayer that you whisper, each beat of your heart Tanglaw I receive a smile, and chat with that man who you've helped change... Because of you, the silent man now speaks, smiles. You sit down to rest, I see you talking to someone, and I am almost fooled, since you seem like old friends. Because of you, the lonely strangers become kindred. It mystifies me sometimes, of how you never seem to get tired. It seems like I am the one who gets tired for you, who gets worried for your own strength... Then I see that glow from all around, and I am reminded how you glean from this glow. I see you as this beautiful ball of energy-- Never static, bouncing from soul to soul, illuminating parts of themselves that even they never knew existed. It is so amazing seeing this at work, since the next thing I know, the place is lit up, Alive. ...and it is all because of you. It makes me feel unworthy at times, but oh how it also makes me feel so proud, that I am a part of you, and you are a part of me. I have a lot of catching up to do, since it seems I am lightyears from where you are But I will try. I will catch the tail end of your light, clutch to it with my life, winding it around me, let it embrace me--tight, so tight. And I will never let it go. Never. Until I also begin to glow. Until I too, become that ball of light. Hopefully when someone riffles through the pages of my soul, they will not find it blank, but filled with gilt pages of light. Just like yours. Bursting and brilliant just like yours. Tanglaw is pronounced "tang-lao" Where I live, mothers are said to be the "light of the home"...
My eyes follow as my left hand orchestrates my thoughts with an ink pen Of memories, past and present, good and bad that you have embedded within My heart palpitates when you are near as you billow with love again and again I promise to be with you in the stormy weather as the dark skies descend Live life every sec, min, and hour with you without fearing when our time will end Oh what a blessing you have been to me amongst endless pain, agony and sin Verily I say, thanks for the seed that has formed my vital structures to speak herein Everyday is a new beginning, yet you continue to march along the strongest wind Yield not from my heart, for you are the cause and effect of beast becoming men Others have gone before you, lead the way for your hands were made to lend Unending love and protection you have as long as I'm your Officer and Gentle-Men Pace, G.
I count my blessings everyday to have a mom like you. You've always been there come what may, to lift my mood when blue. You say that God sent me down as an angel just for you, But really God let me choose, I swear to you that's true. I saw that we could always be there for one another, And that's why God sent me down I chose you for my mother. I am the woman I am today because you raised me so, You taught me well and helped me grow, and then you let me go. You are my mother first of all, but now you're my friend too. I never strayed all that far, I like to stay close to you. Our relationship is a special one I'm sure you would agree. When I am needed I shall come, you can always count on me. I know that you feel the same, I am always welcome home. A warm embrace, a happy face no matter where I roam. You mean so very much to me, you know that it is true. I'd walk the very fires of hell, if that's what I had to do, To stay the ever loving daughter, and be best friends with you.
I guess it's time to stop asking questions, and start answering them. Wipe away long dead evaporations; mined trails overgrown with new, more current vines. Time to remove the silver duct-tape from the face of killed memory; (the girl in the cavern who sits, wide eyed and bound at her skeletal ankles and wrists at the top of the wicked peak, looking for a way out – her green eyes wild and rolling like thunder and mustangs at the edge of the drop , looking for a way out of this buried-alive, hell) and replace it with white words whispered into my own children's ears. I cannot judge you. Just as I cannot judge her. We are all together in this moment. And although I'd love to be the high and mighty mother who says, "OH! I would never do that to MY kids – never!" I won't. I won't give him the pleasure. The one who turned you to glass; beat you until you were nothing but sunlight in your own mother's memory. She loved me as I love mine (including the young one who waits for her savior with the shining scissors; coming through the dark like rebirth and deliverance; like a cool cloth on a charred brow). So I will plant my Mother's Day lilac tree in her honor – burying the questions, honoring the love we shared and still share. We will leave our judgments at the door and sit beneath its amethyst blooms (my birthstone; your given gift of insight) exalting in the sacred heart of motherhood; laughing until we cry; feeding its deep roots with memory. © Kristin Reynolds 5 9 09 *Dedicated to my Mother this Mother's Day (I hope you are listening...)
Inside this forest so bright and mild a fairy lived her name, Wonder Child For all the forest knew of this girl to which they knew she would change the world A fawn she crept upon one day it sensed no danger no need to escape Her acquired ability to speak with those on four legs with fur scurrying would go She was as a spirit in the woods she did walk she would talk to the animals to her they would flock She'd gentle reach down and with the smallest of hands much like the grains of sand beside them she'd stand Together as one the fairy and fawn if you close your eyes tight you may see them at dawn Donna G Fowler 8/7/06 by Donna G Fowler Review: "I have seen the fawn wake up at dawn... and then she did not tarry. This tiny deer so full of cheer set out to find the fairy. She knew that the winged one would help her through the day and with the sun at end of day would quietly slip away. But fawns grow into beautiful deer and time just passes on. Now the mother deer, it is so clear, seeks the fairy to teach her own." Donna, I hope you don't think I am presumptuous to think this would improve on your beautiful poem... No, It is just an example of how perfection can trigger creativity in the least of us... You have my honest admiration and respect for this and many other fine works in your portfolio... Love Ya! Jake Reviewed by jakepayne Your review received: Very helpful and the following comments about your review: TY Jake. I admire your wit. What I'd like to see you do is write a continuation of this like you have started. Name it whatever you want, and post me back a message Mother Doe and Fairy Inspired by Donna G. Fowler's 'Of Fawn and Fairy' I saw the fawn wake up at dawn... and then she did not tarry. This tiny deer so full of cheer set out to find the fairy. She knew that the winged one would teach her the right ways and with the sun at end of day would quietly slip away. Fawns grow into beautiful deer as time just passes on. Now the mother deer, it is so clear, seeks the fairy to teach her own. The fairy knew her language and all the others too. She had tutored many youngsters in the proper things to do. The forest had been good to her and the years had been kind too. When the Doe felt life within her she knew just what to do. She knew just where the fairy should be each and every day. She wanted her to teach her fawn to live the forest's way. The mother doe was nearing the birth of her first fawn. She arrived there at the clearing just at break of dawn. She sensed the fairy knew -- for she felt her presence there. The comfort she had sought to find Could be felt in the morning air. She lay down in the comfort of a nearby grove of trees And quietly awaited there in the cooling morning breeze. Then she heard the quiet flutter Of tiny little wings She saw the fairy coming as the birds began to sing. She now relaxed and soon she knew the peace the forest sends And she found herself surrounded by scores of tiny friends. They all had heard the news and all had been invited To come and see the miracle of two friends reunited. The fairy knew why she'd been called to this very special place She was here to help the deer receive God's special grace. It was not long – it had begun And quickly, it was over. There lay the mother doe and fawn in the comfort of the clover. The fairy then took stardust and sprinkled it in their eyes. Now when they exchange gazes their love is not disguised. The fairy and the doe and fawn then went their separate way knowing this would not be the last of many special days. © Jacob Payne October 20, 2006 Review: Jake, I knew you could continue this after what you placed in my review. First I am honored that you were inspired by something I started. Secondly, this is an amazing continuation of my poem. You are so visual in this and I could see the field of clover and the new baby fawn. I felt as if I were there watching. Fantastic job my friend.. I'm so excited!!!! Reviewed by Donna G Fowler
I wandered and travelled Nor knew where I'd gone . Life became a problem; T'was one long cruel song. My problems seem to multiply; They came from every side. I vowed to find the answer; by this I would abide. I looked into nature And tore apart my mind. Then put them on the table To see what I could find. I found that I'de been greedy and avaricious, too. Whenever projects of mine failed I put the blame on you. I found that I was lonely; I thought you didn't care. But what I really didn't know Was you were always there. You tried to fill the void That always was in my Life. you tried to ease the sorrow You've been a real good Wife. Yvette & Grandpa Murray From James Murray to , Janet Murray ..his beautiful wife. " In great respect of Grandfather Murray's poem he wrote for my Grandmother Murray "
Since first I saw you, it was your eyes, mesmerizing, your gaze transporting me to a realm, not of fantasy, real, where young men go when cupid's arrow takes root. Since first I saw you, it was your lips, captivating, holding me frozen in anticipation of our lips brushing for the first time. Since first I saw you, it was your voice, a crescendo, light, invigorating, each word you speak intensifies my hearing, enveloping each note, time ceases as I hang motionless savoring, memorizing. Since first I saw you, it was your hair, long, flowing, gently rising above your shoulders as a slight breeze passes through sending waves of your essence my way. The sun magnifying each strand, highlighting the minute variances of invigorating color, creating a halo effect, a portrait of your beauty forever imprinted. Since first I saw you, It was you, my love forever more for you, only you.
I had a little talk with God,before I sat down in front of my computer today He told me how much He loved me,and showed me all the different ways When you were in a car accident with your parents,and still quite tiny I gave you two broken legs when you really shouldn't have any When your mother left you,and they came and took you away I gave you loving parents,with a mother that still loves you to this day When I wanted you to see the world,and all of it's beautiful scenes I gave them time to take you,to see the places of most peoples dreams When you needed friends in life,with so many wrong ones you could choose I gave you wisdom on how to treat them,giving you friends you wouldn't loose When you were drunk and being foolish,which to me was too many times I allowed your mind to heal,so you could write messages with these rhymes When you needed a wife because you felt you were running out of time I gave you a loving woman,the closest,and most honest one I could find When it comes to family and friends you have more then most people need I gave you them all because of your love,and for living without the sin called greed Now if your mind should grow weary,look for me within your heart It's there that I have always been for you,right from the very start With love your life was given to you,as well as with all the people you see It's the one thing that evil can't tax,and it will always remain forever free
I am the daughter of eve ,with the strength to create or destroy the world,but you nasty people Judge and say me as a simple weak being. Was born to be beautiful being but you made me suffer my whole life. During childhood,I loved playing with dolls and with friends, But you wanted me to do the chores so brother can enjoy. He enjoyed all the pleasures and had all the fun,while I was in the Hot sun,doing the work like a nun. I worked like a donkey,but he had the turkey. As he was the son, and I was none. He had to read the books and I had the food to cook. And there came a new man in life ,for whom I was wife. He earned money and I was honey. he had the authority and I was in poverty. He was the ruler and I was the bearer. All I wanted was the love ,but he gave me the stove. The days passed and the seasons changed,but my life hadn't. Designation changed from wife to mother,nursing all the time . Was split into two by husband and kids,but the heart always Desired something else. Kids grew and flew to new destinations. the heart does crave and yearn for love as it is stupid,as it doesn't have mind to think,and it is there only to feel. I want to learn, read ,play and relive those moments which were Mine but were snatched away as I was a girl. But it is us, who make this world beautiful,peaceful and happy. We are mothers, daughters, sisters above all we are human beings. Treat us like fellow humans but not like slaves,then you will see The more beauty of the world.
"Good-bye my daughter dear," she said As tears welled up in her eyes "It's time for me to go to sleep This must be no surprise The good Lord knows my battles And my health is ailing still He's given me so many blessings I've passed them to you in my will I'm sad to say good-bye For we have shared much joy Remember me to Sarah My grandchild I love and enjoy I love you my daughter These years together have been sweet I'm so glad you love the Lord And again we will meet I'm not afraid of dying 'Cause I know that in a while Christ will call me from my grave I feel my life has been worthwhile For I taught you to seek your Father To help you through every trial He'll always be there to guide you With never a denial I leave you in His hands", she said As she gently kissed her daughter's hand Her eyes closed very slowly Against cancer she'd lost her stand She'd been a wonderful mother Teacher and true friend Faithful to her Lord And gracious to the end. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2012
Please please PLEASE Say you recognize ME - My face, my name; Please say you know me today. Say you know me, so we can converse, A normal chat, words unrehearsed. No more who are you's, or who am I's, No more confusion when I stop by I miss you mom and you'd miss me too, If just once, you only knew…
I still have the afghan you made for me all those years ago mother Although I have washed the afghan dozens of times the silver strands are still interlaced through the yarn I feel your love and warmth each time I cover myself with this special afghan. You are always here with me when I am ill and covered with my afghan interlaced with silver strands through the yarn Yes mother the silver strands are your hair As you so lovingly made my afghan your hair fell into the weave left behind when you left this earth heaven bound For the Early Mothers Day ~ Contest of P. D. Written by: Carol Brown 3rd Place Winner Dedicated to my Mother Helen Elizabeth Huebner 08/1928 ~ 10/2005
The moon so bold seems cold with a halo of midnight glow I sit mesmerized as the night grows old. I bleed still, even after all these years and I wait again through the night aching in the depths of my soul that no other seems to know the Loneliness that has become my companion. In the darkness we wait and confide in the other our deepest fears as memories fade in and out each season of change the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain this tempestuous foe of ours wails at the gates of midnight howling the warble of humanities last grace. How the comfort of minds and hearts turn from light to deep dark in the face of eternities long time clock... I ache with wanting, with need and passion it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar each night is fresh like the first when I faced realities shock. Who can wait with me? Who can hold this hound at bay? Who can cherish what little love left in me and make the broken whole? I ache to be loved again as the love that burns and waits inside of me. Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void that so many leavings have left? Cherish and love to honor and protect but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath? Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind and deliver my world to the gates of heaven with life, not death bridging the distance of pain? I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder, this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas with the brush held in your hand I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep as Loneliness and I keep each others company wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.
They called her Nell Her parents the brash rugged transplanted Irishman and the shy gentle Cherokee lady They called her Nell for it was a good solid name a proper name an English name They called her Nell The people in her southern Illinois hometown Not Injun or half-breed but respectfully Nell Miss Nell Said she was a right fine figure of a woman with her ebony hair and dark bottomless eyes Cheekbones towering over ruby red lips He called her Nell The rough unpretentious laborer who won her heart and her hand Called her the love of his life Teased her for her quick temper and her no-nonsense Southern Baptist way of living They called her Nell Neighbors with hands holding empty cups waiting for a little sugar or butter Waiting for a little kitchen conversation Calm soothing words without barb or bite which passed the lips of a woman unlike another They called her Nell The doctors in town respected her for she was nursing when they were still in knee britches and she never ever let them forget it They called her Nell Coal miners Hospital patients with burned lungs and broken bones waited to see her face each morning beneath her starched white cap Heard her no-nonsense stride moving through the wards Took comfort in her presence They called her Nell This diminutive lady who chased a little girl through the house with a fly swatter when she found me swinging on her four poster bed But couldn't bear to hit me when she caught me so she hugged me instead They called her Nell when she stood in her yard on a clear summer night and patiently taught me how to catch fireflies and put them in a jar with holes in the lid while hungry mosquitoes buzzed They called her Nell when she poured me ice cold root beer from a glass jug and served my favorite homemade vanilla ice cream while she told the most wonderful stories of my ancestors They called her Nell when she dropped everything to fold me in her arms and rock my pain away As her soft lips kissed my tears her voice whispered in my ear assured me that I would survive Told me to always remember what we cannot go through we just go over or around They called her Nell because that was her name and she wasn't to them what she was to me She was Nanny She was my grandmother who loved with all her heart
Shall I compare thee to your mother's arse? Thou aren't more lovely, but more flatulent. Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce And all her clothes hath all too short a rent Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn, And often is the true nature exposed; And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns, By reason, or by nature's raging closed. But thy infernal diet shall ne'er start Nor gain possession of which now I grasp; Nor shall we meet again; let's stay apart, When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp, So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry, So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.
Have you heard about a certain fairy, the one assigned to infants newly born? Unseen, beside her precious charge she'll tarry softly crooning lullabies till morn. She is the special fairy that is sent to first-time mothers of a girl or boy, for when that harried fretting mom is spent, and as the mother looks down at her joy, the fairy sprinkles dust down from above. The mother sighs and holds her baby near. Those particles illuminate the love expressed by mother cooing to her dear. As fairies go, there simply is no other as blessed as she who serves the child and mother.
Thank you for the happiness you bring to me, A restless life, a sleepless days and never ending chores. Thank you for the mess you make in our home. The evidence you showed I'm not alone. I feel my worth every time I see you smile. You make things possible in front of my eyes. I learned the meaning of patience and love. You gave my life a reason to survive. I was young, life has just started. When I first held a hands of an angel. The utmost emotion that anyone could feel, A boundless bliss I treasure 'til these eyes rest in peace.
Woman Man's other half Sharing to build a life Love and patience is in your blood Woman
The pool grows green through the leaf cover. Large pears hang upon ancient tree. Mocking Bird sings chanting to his lover; As the dew sparkles, like water in the sea. Crepe Myrtle has turned red how time has passed. Moma admired some trees said they were pretty. Daddy dug up a few runners, oh! memories from past. In most things, think of daddy how witty__ Daddy brought (them) here to brighten moma's life To give her something pretty to enjoy. Today I enjoy them, this is reallife. Now as I look at them they are my buoy Clouds are coming in hiding the sun rays But their light and life brightens my days_ For Nancy's contest; Contest name: Gratitude
Many years ago, when we were all young, We really thought life, would be so much fun. While playing dress-up, trying on mom's stuff, Putting on make-up, we found to be tough. Then came our schooling, and boy things would change, "Those aren't our parents", when they acted strange. Sometimes they were hip, but old-fashioned too, That's something I swore, I would never do. Wishing you were older, adults had it made, They would do nothing, yet still would be paid. That is how little, we all had known, We surely found out, once we were grown. Loving the twenties, we'd go out with friends, When we went shopping, we followed the trends. Doing what we wanted, and staying out late, It didn't matter, what time we all ate. Then came the thirties, and most of us wed, Watch what you wish for, my parents had said. We had to work hard, many bills to pay, I guess they were right, what more can I say? Raising your children, was hardest of all, Needing some advice, your parent's you'd call. It seemed so easy, they needed no rest, So now it's your turn, you learned from the best. The forties arrived, that was a shocker, We'd spend lots of time, just at the doctor. Back aches and headaches, so tired you'd be, Trying not to cough, or else you would pee. The fifties would come, and your grandkids too, Where were your glasses? You hadn't a clue. You searched here and there, and under the bed, "Hey grandma" they laughed, "They're right on your head". Here come the sixties, now let's have some fun, You are retired; your work is all done. To dinner with friends, you dressed and you wait, They never show up, you have the wrong date. Now the seventies, with friends playing games, If only you could, remember their names. You try hard to hide, those under-eye bags, Gravity happens, and everything sags. Enjoy every day, and have a good laugh, All the steps you took, led down a new path. Live life as it comes, each year a new page, One thing is for sure, everyone will age.
If he were my Dad, he would be the best. A distinguished Chef that taught me to cook. An ever loving Heart, beats in his chest. His spare time , he writes a Poetry book. When its done; as a Poetry Family; We should all take a look. . I have a distinct advantage, in the Culinary Arts. "Dad" was a self made Chef : Loved by Culinary : ALL. You have an distinct advantage, with your Ever Loving Hearts. We climb the stairs of Poetry; to the Poet Laureate's Hall. We spend half of Eternity, reading Poems upon the wall. He's a teacher, a Chef, a poet; a husband that Loves his Wife. Allthough she now lives in Heaven, as she has for forty years. His heart has found someone new; that has given him new life. Barbara Jean, whom I call Mom; has dried up past forlorn tears. He is a man deeply in love with everyone he knows, he loves all his peers. This is a Quintain I wrote for Francine Roberts Contest " English Quintain Contest Dedicated to "Dad and Mom" Harry D. Johnson aka Harry, HG, Liege and Barbara Jean Gorlick aka BG, Mom I wrote this Dec. 3 I added the third stanza today Dec. 14
I tried my best To show you part of me. The side of me You've never seen. I'm more than a daughter; I'm an artist, a writer, A sister, a friend And now to you a stranger. I have a question, Have you ever realized That I have my own voice And I have my own life? I'm not relinquishing my soul-- I won't sell it to anyone. If I can't be myself Then who will I become? I have a mind of my own, A heart and gifts. I have a life of my own And it's mine to live. Yes, you gave me life, But it's not yours to give. You gave me this life So I can learn to live. Tell me, have we met? Have you ever seen me? Or did you just see my music, My tee shirts and jeans? It's not what I look like, It's how I look at myself. I'm embarrassed to show you it. Only you and no one else. Don't be disappointed, Mad or upset. Be happy I have morals, A mind and self-respect. I'm the person I want to be. I stay true to myself, Meaning I'm me. I'm me for no one else. I'm smart and independent Because you made me this way. I'm no longer fearful and afraid, That's not how I wanted to stay. Now do you know me? Or should I continue? I'm making you realize, I'm not being rude. So make your decision. Please, I just want an answer. Not to be disrespectful, But are you my mom or my mother?
Dear mama, I apologize for the aches, And all the pain, I apologize for struggle in your heart, Torturing your veins, I apologize for the stressful tears, On account of non-listening ears, I hear your melancholy weeps, From a mind that never sleeps, I know the fake smile you keep, Will break you suddenly, I am sorry for the things making you sick, I am sorry you had to grow up quick, Even when you shout hate, I see love in your eyes, Out of your heart you apologize, But, this is my apology to you, For all the things I put you through, I apologize for the things you never had, Just to make us glad, I apologize for the unpaid bills, that has you taking headache pills, I thank you for your vigilance, But, I can't sit and watch, The other half is gone, And you're fighting alone, Somebody got to be the MAN of the house, We can't always sit on the couch, Mama I appreciate the things you do, I thank God for you, I apologize if my actions never show, I Love You, You bring peace and healing to my soul.
UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN A parent's lament Children with Wings and Talons Pounce on the fleetest of hearts their Memories Soar over the Blood Transfusions Hospital frights of prematurity of EMS sirens HIV trembling tests Asthma Tents Breathless Worry atop cloud kissed Trees Sleepless Nights of bully battles Struggles with Education's foes Mad Escapes from Fathers of Violence The teary wave good bye for fledgling endeavors Day night day night day night…unending and Land on Slight Imperfections and Imagined Slights or the Shortage of Cash for Trips Technoshit New Shoes New Cars or other Dreams You Couldn't Buy.
Mom, Dad, How can i describe you? A friend of mine describes his parents as Clueless and lost Another said they are just mean and brat One who never wanted to hurt hers told me hers are Distant and lonely I met one who spoke in my ears That his mom is silly And his dad a drunkard Others call them evil, sinister, diabolical, and grumpy Though most choose to say it softly kind, giving, hardworking but unapproachable But how can I describe you, Mom and dad? Saying you are loving and caring Its an understatement How can i describe you? You teach me right from wrong, You encourage and support me , You laugh with me and wipe my tears away, when i cry Yes you are honest, You are wise, You are respectful, You are intelligent, You are a blessing, So warm, tolerant but patient, But that doesn't satisfy it all You're the reason why I'm so strong, Because you inspire You are the reason why am smart Because you nurture You are the reason why i believe Because you faith-filled When I need you, you're always there I hate defeat because you taught me victory Though today I have a confession to make When it comes to describe who you are to me I am just speechless Dedicated to my dad and mom James and Cinda Carter Like with every relationship, they have had their highs and lows But no one can rule out that its the best couple i know so far They love God, they love each other and them love me Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Contest: A poem you have not entered in a contest Poet: Rodgers Roger Carter Date:7/18/2014 Time: 12:00:00 AM
She is a loving mother, her pain is like no other. Kids taken all at once away. A price too steep to have to pay. Holds her head up high, when all she wants to do is die. She thinks her pain is masked, but as you see, its no easy task. She's strong and still fights, even when they say she has no rights. She dreams of seeing her kids, trying hard to keep the pain hid. She goes to court and really fights, only to come home alone and cry at night. Still, she continues this uphill battle. Her confidence, they constantly rattle. Goes to work and tries to smile, as her heart is breaking all the while. Wish I was a much better sister, who called and let her know I missed her. I had my own tumultuous issues, it was she who really needed the tissues. I just had a crappy, low life man. By her side her family should stand. Instead they all give her grief. Do they not see her pain will never be brief? No, they all say they are sorry, but they're full of lies. Didn't they know it was her LIFE in demise? A better sister, I'll try to be. Her back she never turned to me. I hope she knows she's loved and cared for. Her smile I'd like to see more. I know that's no easy task. But that I will still ask. As they push her to the brink, She's stronger than she ever thinks. A combined effort for Kristy.....
I pause my schedule with a stroll along the Mill Race Park. Unfortunately, my eyes, heart and soul are assaulted by waves of creeping garbage. I collect some of the litter, only to dump it into a metal bin rusting out at the bottom -- garbage goes in, garbage flows back out, strewn around by spring gusts. Next time, garbage bags are in order. I will fill them up and carry them home, only to possibly be mistaken for a homeless man carrying all of his worldly possessions in black, plastic bags. Oh well, people can laugh at me, then come down here and spread some more rubbish along this watery, green belt. A Blue Heron is tentatively fishing amongst the garbage and chemical slicks shimmering on the water's surface. This bird is the official symbol of our river-town. We should show some more respect to this regal, yet ever-secretive member of royalty -- show some more respect to this symbol of our town's heritage. I will not let this filth drag me down into an abyss of apathy. To be mistaken for a hobo, is a small price to pay, in giving back to this Heron, some of the dignity it so deserves. the blue heron fishes amongst litter -- a tarnished crown +/-
One day I birthed you into this land We watched you grow as we held your hand You sucked your fingers during those years Then you brought your parents many tears I cried because I didn't understand All these hardships were not in my plan The choices you made were not just for you They affected the family too I vented with friends for oh so long One day I began writing poems Poems I wrote came straight from the heart I wrote about you from the very start Night after night you would stay away Deep down in all I could do was pray I would walk the floors night after night I learned my son was no where in sight What did I do to cause all this pain Why was my heart feeling all this strain Mom didn't tell me of these sort of days I guess this's the price that love pays
Judith must be punished for her unborn sins, and haunted by her unborn fears. She will beg her powerless mother for that which the Sun and the Moon cannot give. A trusting child tells with a momentary stare, that she cannot wait to live, Yet she cries and bleeds, pure and aware, as the ghost of a dying God appears. The smoke and fog of joy, on the barren hills of promise fade away to reveal, A clearing where a Mother and Daughter can find truth in this awkward chastity. The young women wearing colourful masks of bliss and happiness have come to heal, While the dark and jealous crones paint black portraits of pain and lay beds of misery. Their betraying love is not real but mere glass, that by hand has the face of a jewel. Their offering of hope and trust mean nothing as they nail Judith's hands to the stake. The black vultures of torment, circle, as the faithful put fires to the fuel. And her mother's screaming and lone cries of anguish, leave none innocent in their wake. Yet her tortured Mother who gave Judith her life, smiles exquisitely, as they start. Together they begin their secret flight, that lifts them high above this tragedy, As love and hatred both rip and tear, at the soul like arrows into a dead heart. In this painful and mysterious world, there is no greater form of alchemy, Than the acceptance of clear blue eyes, the disarming smile of the condemned in fear, And the tender sounds of assent, that are being whispered too soft for some to hear. Judith will be born tonight , leaden hearts will be golden and doubt will disappear.
Into the light I see, with rays in clouds and warmth in me. Brittle is the air around, no voice is there, nor sweeter sound. Within my scars and broken back, there are my kin, there love I lack. The oceans turn, therefore I weep, Is it truly my tears to keep? Now the mountains begin to fall, like sand and dust to death they call. I hear my children bleed and cry, there bellies thirst and almost dry. Some will seat and eat there fill, "lets help them now, so now we will! His mother would find pride within, a pretty thing this life of sin. Alas, my days are almost through, my breath, my flesh and heart is too. Let this be my final song, for war alone is for the strong. Into the night I see, is there still love left for me?
She's the one who carried you in thy womb. Every day she counts until you grew. A happiest moment she ever had, Is when she first touched your little hands. She's the one in charged to everything. Twenty-four-seven,her duty never ends. Do the house chores,nanny and cook. Doesn't receive salary for her hardwork. She's the one who kept tears in the night. Just to assure a family will keep in sight. She endures all heaviness this life has bring. To keep her children away from fears. She's the one gives unconditional love. Forgive our sin, no matter how it hurts her heart. She has a bag full of smiles. A hug and kiss is all that she wants. As she gets old, please love her back. Repay her hardworks and multi tasks. Take care the way she did for us. We'll be a mom too,and do what she does. ~~ Dedicated to all Souper MOMs~~ **HAPPY Souper MOMS DAY!!!! **
Mother, you're the lighthouse That illuminates my path Mother, Your the advisor, and consoler of my wrath Mother, you're the toothpaste, that keeps my language clean Mother, your the glasses that keep my vision keen Mother, you're the walking cane that guides me along the way Mother, you're the crimson rose I stop to smell each day Mother, you're the safety pin when things won't come together Mother, you're my rainbow right after stormy weather I thank God for all you do and what you mean to me I love you Mom, I always will For all eternity
Love is all I have to give. Gentle describes my touch. I will give you all that I have. Though, I will never ask for much. Peace is what I bring to your mind. Hope is what I bring to your soul. The words that I speak are poetic. My words are worth more than gold. God will bring us together. Our bond will never be undone. I will be there to help fight your battles; Though the war may not have yet been won. I have always been there for you. Sometimes you let me pass you by. I will still do all I can to make you happy. I will console you when you need to cry. You sometimes look me over. Though, I will be who you turn to in the end. I have come to this world in many forms. I have been your mother, your sister, your friend. So take this time to acknowledge me. Give me the recognition I am due. I am the embodiment of a woman. A woman that has always been true. Do not take my love for granted. Do not toss me aside like a jacket that is worn. Many of you have heard the saying; "There is nothing like a woman scorned". My heart is a precious gift. Do not give me pleasure, and then give me pain. Do not disrespect my body. Do not take my name in vain. Please remember who I am. Acknowledge who I will be in the end. Know that someday with or without you. I will be someone's mother, sister or friend.
The scent of Jergen's almond cream envelops me, remembering White essence of the lotion, pure assures my heart, that she was here She's in my dreams, to ease the dawn White porcelain, her hands become The touch embraces time tonight I feel them pass across the light There is no blossoming of any tree No solace that can touch the quivering to match a keepsake memory that comes back for my company The hand that touched my face, with vows To soothe the shattered heart, and brow was white, and cool, was satin smooth and calmed the troubled seas,.... somehow ____________________________________________ 1/6/14 For Francine's Contest: "White"
A faded leather notebook filled with lines he'd never read Was never far away from where he slept The book that she had written since her love was but a seed A book so full of her he always wept She never let him read it and he teased her every day But now he held her poems as he missed her every way Each page is filled with all her hopes her love and yes her dreams Each verse is filled with him in every line His life is now an ancient suit that's split in all the seams Each day another step on his decline She was the only reason that he woke up every day The woman that he loves and now he misses every way He tried to read the sonnets that his son said were so sweet But never could he read beyond the first For all the lines were tortures his endurance could not meet With every word he thought his heart had burst She had written in the notebook at the end of every day And her poems are the loving that he craves in every way And now the leather notebook lies there clasped in lifeless hands He'll never read the verses of her heart But his mourning son beside him has a soul that understands His father never had the strength to start He will treasure all the poems that were written every day They're the story of his parents whom he loved in every way
On a slope graced with green White marble stands in proud salute For beneath these engraved pillars of memory Lie the resting places of heroes A solitary green fir looks down As if sheltering the lost and the taken So many names, from all walks of life A father, brother a girlfriend or wife On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives On a dull day, they stand out against the greys For the living, life goes on Tomorrow is another day
So, granny, they tell me you died yesterday i wish i could have known you better, i wish i knew the stories you had, of love and loss, of joy and sorrow, I could sit for hours, listening, and learning A sweet old lady, with a long history, how beautiful is that? I was busy, struggling, with my own story. Wow, i do have regret, a loss, i guess, i should have reached out to you, been your student, what did you have to teach? I hear you were angry, 9 children, dozens of grandchildren and theirs no one visited you, showed you love, not even me. So, you are in the afterlife now, released, and let go of the tired body. Our tears are with you, in our loss, We all loved you, but were too wounded by life, to see you, to know you, to be close. The love we should have had. I painted you, sitting in purgatory, surrounded by the angels of healing, I ask the angels to hold you gently as you cry, and nurture your wounds from this life The colors of regret and anger, dissolving, into acceptance and love. we all need you to heal quickly and be our guide. A voice from heaven teaching us to love more, give more and forgive. We all give thanks to the life you lived, and the lives you brought into this world. We will all appreciate each other more, a little more giving, a little more love, all inspired by the life you lived and left.
The days pass from tea cup to tea cup in the peaceful silence of a solitary nest. From gentle easy sunrise through sheer white to the subtle fall of accordion night. The echoes of childish laughter tremble across the cracked surface of plaster walls. Random squeaks in oaken floors return the footfall of father, coming and going. Long lost cat's paw prints impress carpet dragons from Shanghai with ghostly ease, and every loved and loving one returns in peace, to rest beneath the tapping fingertips upon a porcelain cup of tea from China.
When i grow old i will be glad of the five braw weans im blessed to have Gordon my oldest wise for his years Kelly shes bolder but inside theres tears Ashly my nightmare but i love her to bits Sean has a laugh that has me in fits Natasha the baby the wee cuty pie I hope when she's older she gets a good guy they are all so good looking no one can deny and their all the apple of this mothers eye
11:07 AM 8 May 2012 Mothers love Mothers have patience Mothers remember when and understand Mothers protect and nurture Mothers listen and impathize Mothers correct and explain Mothers play and teach Mothers hold and be quiet Mothers laugh and smile Mothers cry and pray Mothers smile Is this you or someone you should be. Mothers are like dads they make mystakes too But they always love you no matter what you do Happy Mothers day Aunt Virgie and thank you for all you are
. A Young Mother Rocks baby Singing happy song Love in its purity bonding Daddy slips into the arms of another woman
How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love? How can we hurt the very ones that we love? How can we easily neglect our God above? It seems like I often heard about many victims Many times, it's from a loved one who's been with them! The hate and the anger that boils from deep within. Often "boils over" toward our family and friends. It's the love of Christ that we need to find! His love can totally cleanse our life and mind! The hearts of many families are bruised and broken. By the harshness of many of the words spoken. If we would allow Jesus to rule and reign. We'd have little reason to murmur or complain. If we would yield our lives to the master's will… The emptiness and brokenness, he shall fulfill! If we could allow ourselves to sit at Jesus' feet… He can make any family totally complete! If we could just listen to what Christ has to say. His words of life would brighten our day! As a family… Won't you give HIM a chance? And allow his love to change your circumstance! Won't you allow his spirit to bind you together? You can experience his peace today and forever! He can change your family throughout! This is his will and what God is all about! By Jim Pemberton
-to my mom... inspired by Nathan Fehr- I have to forgive you For what you have done For what you didn't do For leaving me in gloom Leaving us all wondering If you would ever return I have to forgive you Because you can smile away everything Because we need you And love you Sometimes I know That you would have stayed If it weren't for God's intervention You would have stayed with him If you hadn't been thrown out And abandoned We were your last resort I understand I do But that doesn't mean I am not hurt I forgive you For the worst and for the best We are blessed To have you back Though we will never truly understand What made you leave us all behind I guess you really loved him The loveless … I understand You wanted to make someone happy You wanted to fill that empty void But by doing so Others had to suffer But you didn't want us to suffer You were just tired of it Tired of doing everything We were your last resort We were abandoned And you returned With open arms And tears of bitter sweetness I have come to forgive you Because if I don't There you will go again Freed skyline pigeon And I love you So much Please don't leave us Let your wings rest
The highlights in your hair, so familiar Rays of sunshine, rays of love I can't remember a time without them I don't want to remember a time without you. The smile on your face is genuine, and Mother, I'll miss it so The smile of my own, quite similar; But I want you to know that I love you Just as much as I know you love me, So in the next year In the next two Please don't forget, ever, That I really love you. When I look into the brown of your eyes, And the soft growing wrinkles in your cheeks, (yet still that beautiful, youthful glow, leading people to believe you are my sister) Brings tears to the blue of my own. Mother, time is racing faster Though I'll miss you, I have to do this. I know in whom I have trusted I know in whom I'll trust forever. He looks over us, you taught me that, He will look over us, forever. I will miss your tan and freckled arms Reaching out to me before I walk upstairs, But for these next years, I have to do this. For these next years, I will be thinking of you. In the next year In the next two Please don't forget, ever, That I will always love you.
While transient love is all I yearn for now, A state of panic engulfs as I imagine. When my life takes a decisive turn Hair white, wrinkled face and lack of sin. Will I see shadows of myself? Will my contagious grime enthuse my sons? Have I discovered my faults too late? Can my heart endure those countless revolutions? Inhabiting my substance, torturing my world. A life full of faults and guilt knotted. I travel aimlessly for an ounce of peace. Disturbed and heart so cruelly destructed. My parents whom I did not revere, Their love, I never answered. Their forgiveness, I never asked for. Those words of love, I always stammered. Oh! Those heart beats, when I came hurt. My letters, they never threw away. Their magnificence, and my bag of sins. A false remorse every single minute of the day. Have I drowned in my own forever. Or is this realisation a guide for the lost? It's never too late to ask for clemency. Certainly not late to fulfil the unrequited love. Forgive me for all I have done. Let no one in this world have unrequited love.
The man with the plastic bug in his head monopolized my dreams last night in the place that the horsefly of my dignity finally surrender to the impresario without a fight. Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia reminding the rustiness of the purple child flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind. The disinheritance of my immortality the final day discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love restored my will to escape manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above. Released from the plastic bug in my head try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky laughing,singing,whispering,playing seven days and seven hours before he dies.
they said when they found her she was frozen my god-mother who was a police officer told me they had to peel the ice laden sheets from my mothers face i knocked on the the door the night before when it swung open behind the iron guard gate i stared at champagne such an odd name for a pit bull having hated me for years he lunged at the gate why didn't i just leave? why? i ran to the back of the house and broke the window why was i panicking? broke the window to draw him to the back ran back to the front door and tried... mamma i tried.... to open the gate champagne such an odd name hit the gate howling and growling i wish i would have paid attention to how he looked at me i left defeated and asked the neighbor if he had seen my mom "not today" i found out the next day that my mom was frozen stiff on that bed all alone while i knocked outside
A Mother's Love… How precious is the love of a mother's heart! Even as a child… It's there from the start. A mother's love knows no boundary or limit. It's often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold. Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can't be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a guiding force. Even if her children's lives stray off course. I'm thankful for the love my mother's given… It's surely influenced the way I've been livin'! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I'm so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton
My cloak is no match for your brown eyes You see my everything, no way to deny Everything bare and naked like bone Your warmth overwhelms my cold eyes of stone No place to hide or runaway Your arms scoop me up and carry me away The scars I so desperately mask You see right through, never meant to last From the freshly painted crimson tares To the lines that are barely there With the hands that match my own You heal me with more love than I could have ever known
If we read the gospel well, We notice no one rang a bell, To announce the saviour'd come, And then when we learn of his mum, There's no mention of her donkey ride, Or of the animals inside, The stable were the child slept, It does not tell us if he wept, And of the weather? Did it snow? Well we simply do not know, It rarely snows in the West Bank, Would be unlikely, to be frank, And was Jesus born at night? Did they at least get that part right? Well it simply does not say, It mentions not the time of day, And that's not all, not by far, Shepherds saw Angels, Not a star, It doesn't say they gave a sheep, (They were poor and lambs weren't cheap!) The Bible tells us many things, But did not call the wise men Kings, It doesn't even call them men, It only calls them magi then, It says nowhere they numbered three, Or if from the Orient they'd be, It does say that our Lord arrived, Lived a good life, was crucified, Just to take away our sin, So heaven will allow us in, And this is the truth I will defend, But just how can a footstep bend?
Mother,today I'm on my own thinking of what would i say if you ever had to leave this world before me... I hope you won't..but this is how it goes... Mother I thankyou for the empty Will,which is so full of you I thankyou for your warmest smile,always serene and true I thankyou for the riches ,you never left behind that's sure a clever way, for our family not to fight I thankyou for the empty will, full of sweetest memories the kindness of your heart, lives in my realities I thankyou for the only ring you left us in the drawer a simple golden circle ,you lived loyal to, forevermore I thankyou for the funny you, the laughter and long chats the hearthy meals and yummy goods ,without any regrets I thankyou for the songs you sang on times when i was sad so many nights unslept,so close to my own bed I thankyou for the devotion, for our only God above you talked about Him in a way,that I believed in love. Mother,you are the best example of how we all should be many neighbours ,lonely people ,you've helped with blissful glee. There are so many saints ,who did extraordinary things in life then there are those humble people who did simple special deeds there are those strong willed people who won each sacrifice being the the best mother,the best sister,the best friend and the best wife. Mother,there's a heaven a place where you should be I know you are so happy there in waiting just for me An emtpy Will i found which is so full of you there's nothing I will change about,in anything you do. Charma P.s-Sometimes we feel to say loving words to those we love , to show them how special they are ,and its so very hard. Sometimes we wait till they're gone to let our emotions show, but i do believe to live life as it was my first day and if it was my last and I do believe to share my love and thoughts whilst I still can...
Entering the cave of a wide open mouth Pulling on the slippery uvula Reaching for the nasal cavity Taking a breath before leaping for the eye socket Where I view the world that plows the field of future Then taking dirt road veins to a house on 123 east Sycamore Where Under the bed in my room is a cranial box of treasure Opening the box exposes the parietal cortex A single mother loving four children A family of five on welfare A mother in and out of the hospital A ten year old boy visits mom on Sunday A confused orphan on Monday A mother enters holy sleep at thirty-five years of age I love you mom My son KJ often asks of you As I close this box and return to the dirt road of veins, now paved My moist cave will echo, only the love of a mother ======================================= I miss my mother on special occasions in my life, and often wonder what things would be like if she still lived? However I have been blessed to have known her and I live a prosperous life for which I'm thankful for.....
A seed was kept, by a pretty woman, in her pocket As she goes, up and down the stairs, with a bucket For nine long months, she has it, inside her pocket Till she finally lost her strength to carry the bucket When the seed popped up, from her maiden pocket She promised herself, not to let it grow, in a bucket Though, there is still great pain, in her worn pocket She continues, even she's weak, to carry the bucket To the man of her life, she entrusted him her pocket Till she went broke, nothing left, but just her bucket Worst, the conman planted a seed, inside her pocket He left her, when she has nothing, but only a bucket Times has passed, the woman has gained her pocket Because of a strong-willed mind, to carry the bucket She has a fine young man, the seed, from her pocket He is matured and never felt ashamed, of her bucket When the beloved Romeo learned, of her full pocket He returned with promises, of help, to fill the bucket Too late, his own seed, he had planted, in her pocket Will not accept him, for leaving them, with a bucket No more love for the man, who likes only her pocket Nor, for the man, who left them, because of a bucket Will you pity the man, who has but an empty pocket? Will you pity a woman, who carries her own bucket? Will you hate me, if, I wish not to share my pocket? Will you love me, if, I leave you with only a bucket? Never rush to a person, who minds only your pocket Nor, love a person, who has no guts to hold a bucket For it is not so easy to be a seed, in an empty pocket Nor easy to witness a mother carries a loaded bucket She was a pretty woman, who once had a rich pocket Thou abandoned she gave her son a life, not a bucket
Raped and Molestated in childhood, Abused and Misused in pre-adulthood, Alone and confused they stood; feeling like tainted goods. Let their soul cry, maybe then; they can regain their pride. They gotta let their soul cry Their darkest secret's they lock away within, this is why their flesh constantly feast off sin; and everything in life has a beginning, but never render an ending. Let their soul cry, Crying is the only way to gain their piece of mind. One might ask," Why"? Then , I will reply," They need to see at least one day filled with promise rather than pain and see the sun without having rain. They gotta let their soul cry, before their sin cause their flesh to die.
Motherhood nine months of slavery Pains with origin that no man can tell Nine months of love and agony A gift we cannot sell Lo! I kicked and kicked with reckless abandon What pains could make one smile Her push brought me to this wicked kingdom Praise god! For this love is mine She made me suck what i did suck For all those care, i don't know why Maybe am just a friend of luck What magic she did with lullaby What manner of love could be pure? So sweet, so real and so sure Unlike the dying love of a lover Than the limitless love of my mother She thought me to pray And gave me the pay She begs me to stay So i won't go astray Nine months for my brothers Nine months for my sisters Nine months of lovely suffer God please bless my mother
The princess calls me out tonight She looks so beautiful, strong and bright Tears stream down my face As I look at my darling with her shining knight taking her away shes so beautiful today I know he'll love you till the end Forever, we'll be friends Baby, Its hard to see you go Leaving us for this young lad You wont be around, but i'll be glad You deserve more than this whole world Show mummy everything you hold My darlings leaving to start her life I can tell you, this one thing She will be the most amazing wife taking her away Shes so beautiful today I know he'll love you till the end Forever, we'll be friends
Mamma Anna made the best Babba' al Rhum, you should have seen me how it made me slightly drunk; and jumping and screaming I danced to the beats of a drum... then grandma joined in and she sang a classical song! And the sweet cream was on my lips and cheeks, the Babba' al Rhum was delicious and I topped it with chocolate; everybody began shouting, "It came from Paris, but we Neapolitans reinvented it by improving its shape and taste!" Mamma Anna made the best Babba' al Rhum, soaking it in that liqueur much longer; and Papa' always told me to eat more of it...saying with a suppressing laughter, "It's a man's dessert, after you eat it, you'll be strong!" Oh, did he really tell me the truth? No, he was wrong! It's so very sad that they aren't here, and I am eating pretzels and drink a beer, the harmony that stirred their passion can't possibly return... as they danced on the terrace to celebrate the day I was born! Mamma Anna knew how to make the best Babba' al Rhum, and I licked the dripping rum with my finger...not my tongue! She spoke calmly...when she should have gotten mad and picked up a broom; no, she was never mean and rude, or ever said to me, " Go to your room!"
What's most inportant in life?.... today not tomorow but now, Now is for living, loving, giving...today yesterday has memories good and bad but today is for you and Dad. You see people rushing, pushing, shoving everyone in a hurry, wishing the time away. If only they would stop and think they're wishing their lives away, I want to stop them and say tomorow is not inportant, live for ....today That's what's inportant, they should stop and think It is today that matters, Every day there is new life in leaves and flowers We must enjoy every waking moment To wake up to the sun shinning through the windows, the warmth it brings the birds that sing children laughing people chattering smiling. Jem you are in our thoughts each day you are very special, so go on live for .......TODAY and TODAY and TODAY and TODAY and TODAY............................
The cracked spine of the book I dropped at the call. A chip in my windshield left by a pompous *?#@! in a red sports car as I drive to the service. Rain expectorating from an ashen sky as the dirt is turned. Today is terrible. Though this is less terrible than the crack in grandma's spine from her fall down the stairs. The chip in her amazingly smart mind after eighteen years as a teacher. Tears running, dripping from my Mothers ashen face as she cries "My mama's dead." Today is terrible. Though this is less terrible than the cracked family emotions left raw and empty. The chip in Grandpas numb mind at the gathering… "Where is Irene she should be here?" Faces gone ashen with dread, do we leave him numb or remind him that his wife is dead? Today is terrible. Though this is less terrible than the empty silences, missing the jokes Grandma used to crack. Grandma's laugh and her endless smile which always exposed that tooth with the chip in it. Without her the world has become empty, bleak, and ashen. Today is terrible. Summer Gratias
My name is James, born 1961 In Inverness, a small Scots town To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl And Billy my brother, a pair of devils In 67, we woke one night Our house was ablaze, full of orange light Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason Started a fire, it must be crazy season We had too move to a caravan park By this time it,s three, to make a new start My mother Beryl decide to leave But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve In the next few weeks, we ended in court Two small children, in a marriage abort We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum But we ignored the parent, who went on the run As we left the court, to start a new life We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife He never told us that he was unwell It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell Then came the night all parents dread; Being told one of his boys is nearly dead We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night My brother was running so far out of sight I turned the corner to see him ahead No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's Boom's dead I ran to my father, sreaming and crying I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying After the funeral, and with my father unwell We left Inverness, our eyes a swell To go as two, and not three as before It's like Mother Nature closed a door So we headed west, to a place called Fort William Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William We moved there, as the air was so pure Hoping my father will find his cure For whatever reason, we left the above We found no Angel or peaceful dove So we headed back to Inverness Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned In couples houses and children's homes It was really strange in all those places Different people, different faces Then on the 16th of Feb - 76, James, i was told, your dads very sick. The cancer had taken your father away To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see. I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave Back up north, where my futures to be I wanted to have, what my parents had lost And that was my aim, no matter the cost see page 2 of 2, ty.. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php
do you remember the day u first felt me move? I danced to the weird music you liked so much back in the days where u used to cover yourself so I can be warm your hand brushed me now and then with tenderness… but it was ticklish to me I know u could hear me laughing cause I heard you laugh and felt u smile then I met you face to face for the 1st time I cried and cried but you kept on smiling you held me with tenderness and never let me go till this day I'm older now… looking back on the years not a single one have you ever left my side I gave you headache and heartache but you never hated me I love you mother… don't be so shocked I always loved you but failed to say it no one has loved me better your love kept me strong I'm now a parent myself, I know how you felt when the world hurt me and you hurt too I was always strong but you were stronger these tears flow when I think of you when I think of how you hustled day in and out so I can have food, warmth and a roof how can I thank you? how do I say it better? Mother I love you hush now I'm not going anywhere just letting you know of this love in me the one you built and nourished so you can be proud, like I am
t's dawn again ushering light to mother earth, Like pregnancy to the young one, its a new birth, But the sky, so clear that I gaze into it with deep fear, so I ask will it rain again, to drown away my pouring tears and piercing pain. Long, dark and rolling was her beautiful hair, Her twinkling eyes, an amazing pair, Soft Lips, Like rippen summer strawberries, Her memories steeping into me like winter-cherries Those days and nights of endless pleasure But Dreaming of you is no leisure It's the Holy book that lessons to forgive and forget But losing you, I will forever regret, Reaching out to you, only for parcels of air to fill my hand, Only then, I reckon you have left your mother-land To kiss you I still try, only for the lips to brush the wind, Hard to realise, only your thoughts will never leave my mind. It's dawn again ushering light to mother earth, Like pregnancy to the young one, its a new birth, But the sky, so clear that I gaze into it with deep fear, so I ask will it rain again, to drown away my pouring tears and piercing pain.
Sitting here knowing that you are laying in that bed Helpless on meds that you dont want to be on Not knowing were you are It hurt me to see you that way Mother Praying to the Lord that you are going to be ok Praying that he dont take you so soon away I hate this so much Seeing you in and out and its nothing I can do I just wish apon a star That all your sickness go away and you dont have to deal with this no more It sucks spending your Bday in that bed I pray that that you get better soon so you can come home I pray that all this go away and you never have to deal with this any more No matter what we go though I only have one mother and I dont know how I would live my life without you Please come home and get better So i can stop this crying Please all your pain and sickness go away So I dont have to worry about getting that call oneday and I am not there by your side You are my mother and I love you If you have a mother and you all are not on the best term Its best to do that soon Because you never know when they time is up I love you mother My one and only Queen Please get better and come home soon
Like an eagle you've watched me grow, Forested me with love since I knew how to crawl, How can I forget the wings that protected me from cold? Cuddling down my mortal sole, Warming words of wisdom, Penetrating my tiny being, Eyes of a dove that made me strong, To tackle the poison of this world given to taste, I stretched by eyes to find you whenever am lost, My mouth up roaring your name in all tryouts, Stimulated by the sugary beam that never desert your cheeks, A bliss the earth can never secrete, Mommy you spotted my ill attitudes signs in me, And fashioned my self esteem to appease, Never to be a victim of this world of pain, A pearl banked in my heart never to be stolen, Mother, to you my heart belong You're my sole in this life, Your slogans fill my heart with hope, Am a blessed branch from your tree, Without you life will never set me free, In every breath I'll pay a huge fee, It's like a shoe without a sole, Or a house without a roof. ELIZABETH LEPAPA INSPIRED BY 'Mother' Sponsored bY ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Her eyes of blue skies and skin of a pure pearl that shines so bright And golden sunshine of hair that has her smile, always at heart. In her dreams, a promise of tomorrow will bring much light, And send a red rose for Mama, and a kiss to say "goodnight". In times of sorrows, I am her second daughter, who wishes her best, For she has left her footprint on my heart, words can never be less. As I wouldn't trade another, thou' I have known her to be kind, When prayers to God that will give her peace, and strength in mind. For a better tomorrow, we all love Mama and keep her comfort with you, May you always be encouraged, may you ever hold on too! As God holds you in his arms and wraps you with his shield of trust, And words alone is different, than a red rose for Mama, filled with lust!
So many trials seem to be filled up with so much fear So many ask, "Oh Dear Lord, what am I doing here"? So many questions that I have come to know If we just plant a seed, with water it will grow I have a natural green thumb that now is wasting away Along with a mind that does love to go out and play Times I still ask, "How did this all came to be" What was it that my wife was able to see in me? She says that my heart was the most beautiful around It still blows me away, for I clearly remember the sound Her voice was so soft, her tone was so sweet I was nothing less than pure evil upon two feet Had been years since anything had took me by surprise Ice cold is what the rest of the world had seen in my eyes I looked at her smiled and laughed in my cold convict way She smiled and said, "Why you want to be mean anyway" I told her, "I reckon we are all born to just what we are" She said, "So why are you a dope cook instead of a star" That question stopped me right there dead in my tracks I thought, "This girl is a looker but God she is whacked" Last night her and I sat out underneath the moon Two very blessed souls swinging in our sliver spoon Just a little swing we built together out in our back yard Place to just sit back and rest after a day long and hard I once again ask her, how in the world could you ever know? "My Grandmother was preacher, I could see her in you soul" Which led me to speak out my truth for I learned to not lie "My grandmother was also in yours, answering the entire "Why" Grandmothers we respected and held above all others Brought each of us together in the land born of lovers Two Grandmother Spirits full of pure heavenly delight Led their grandchildren into the valley born of the light Now here we sit holding each other, each other high above Because we share in the blessing of our Grandmothers love ---------------------------------------------------------------- Toni and I had lost our Grandmothers before we had ever met though I knew of hers because she was a very powerful lady and a down home speak in tongues Pentecostal Preacher that had great respect up in these parts. After all these years we confided in each other that we could see our grandmothers in each others eyes. Thank you and God Bless, MJ
Dry your tears, clear your eyes Ease your pain with mournful sighs Soon the grief will fade away, When you hear what i have to say. I don't mean to pry In your business or life, But i don't like it when you cry... I want to know what is wrong in your life! Don't shed away Tell me what's wrong And everything will be okay, No matter what you say. Everybody has problems, And everyone has pain, If you don't deal with them, You'll have nothing to gain. Dry your tears, clear your eyes Ease your pain with mournful sighs' Soon the grief will fade away...... When you hear what i have to say!
Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey First Love… Real Love - Forever True Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You… Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder And Said, "I'll Tell You Somethin', Now You're Older It's got to do with Your Mother's Fame And Why I gave Her, The Nickname… … Boot-Legged Mama Boot-Legged Mama Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store … Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour … Boot-Legged Mama Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party… Pa… Was there, 'cause of a Taste for Bacardi He took One Look and Knew He Couldn't Waste Her Pa… Gave-up 'Drank'… Just so He Could Chase her ! Dad, Said, 'He'd Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff' Nuff' to Down-Drama Pa Claims, Mama's Labeled by the F.D.A. And Listed on Her Driver's License is, A.K.A. … … Boot-Legged Mama Boot-Legged Mama Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna' Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine … Married at Midnight – 'cross The County-Line … Boot-Legged Mama Alcohol's in Trauma; and Prohibition Told Her: "Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !" Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste 180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case ! Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room Pa, Teased and Said, "Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed ! Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress… (and good advice)… "Go Git' My Elliot Ness… … and be a Boot-Legged Mama! ( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl …. Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol ! Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ... Boot-Legged Mama …. Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed Somethin' :) to Read tonight, before kicking up your heels... Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son) MoonBee (Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)
Every child has a parent and a story to be told, but not every child Has two parents, two parents of gold. So unselfish, so giving, so much love never ending. Always there for us, always in support of us, Without any questions asked of us. Down the road still living their lives for us. They would never think of giving up on us. We truly were blessed the day God gave them to us. For his hand to mold, a parent worth gold, Is a child's story that's rarely told. For God has made them human that's a fact. They fault, they sadden, they even sin in anger, But, what my siblings and I have learned from our Mother and Father Is no matter what, support one another. For if one is falling, just be there to catch, without any questions asked. Life is not perfect and we may not be our parent that our children see, But, we'll make sure that they see gold supports their destiny. Prevail, yes we will, because forever we behold not one, but two, "Parents of Gold".
I hear the siren of death whistling through your hollow heart. I see the lies fall so fluidly out of your mouth. Almost as if it's natural; a black gravity of some sort. I smell the genuine scent of decay, so unpleasant, so definite. You can't deny. I touch a dry residue; ashes of your guilt ignited memory. I taste the sweet flavor of revenge, as you perish away into nothing but eternity. I feel sympathy for your poor soul, like a child going off to school with nothing more than their name. Why is it that as much as I try to hate all I feel is love? It's like my emotions are trapped in absolute values. I'm dying to hate you, yet would so easily die for you. My contradictions take over; pulling as if I can be separated. I cringe at your voice. I smile at your calamity, even though your suffering isn't my credit to claim.
She's the sparkle on the ocean in the sunny summer's light She's the diamonds on the snow on a moonlit winter's night She's the calm of the morning before the world has come alight She's as gentle as a breeze on the quiet beach at night She's the backbone of our family for as far back as I recall She's always patient, always cares and always loves, most of all She's so strong in her beliefs as she's taught her girls to be She's tough when there's a need but it's gentleness I see She always wears a smile as though nothing makes her mad She has a special giggle how can anyone stay sad? She's the closest thing to perfect that I will ever see If I live to be a hundred I will never be like "SHE"
A child is born and placed into his mother's arms. She looks into his eyes and promises to keep him from lifes harms. If life was fair, maybe that promise would have come true. Life must run it's own course; she did all she could do. I think of my mother often and I still cry from time to time. Mother's Day is like a emotional chime. I still talk to her at night as I kneel upon my knees. When the wind is blowing I feel her all around me as the trees dance with the breeze. All of these feelings tell me she is helping me recover. I forgive her- my lovely mother. So I will talk to her again tonight as I kneel upon my knees, I hope she never forgets to touch me as she's blowing in the breeze.
a mothers gentle touch calms hurt and fear a mothers loving hands wipes away the tears a mother is always there to lend a helping hand she is a source of strengh to help us better stand when all else has failed and no one seems to care you can depend on mother for she will always be there
During the Christmas holidays a candle is continuously lit. It is in your memory to let you know I'll never forget. Each year that passes gets harder than I like to admit. I sit by the fire reminiscing while I smoke a midnight cigarette. Your vanilla scented candle burns on the coffee table. I admit when you passed I wasn't mentally stable. You would be proud of me because eventually I pulled myself together. I remember you warned me so many times you wouldn't be here forever. You were my superwoman, I believed you were tough as steel. This candle along with your memory helps me to heal. It's kinda like you're right here with me. I think of you as I put each ornament on the Christmas tree. Tears roll down my cheek as I whisper your sweet name. Inside my heart resides your eternal flame. *I love you momma Merry Christmas Queen..... Billie Jean Alexander Lopez...May 1, 1937 - July 26, 2007
Where have you gone Sweet Mother Of Mine To that Wonderful Sparkling City Paved with Golden Streets And Pearly Gates Where You'll Shed No More Tears And have No Fears Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine Thru brilliant stars Your soul did fly Across that Heavenly sky To join the Heavenly Host of Angelical Beings In search of that Ivory Coast To plant Your Spiritual Feet With Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine To visit with Loved Ones Who've gone Home before You Must be a Sweet Reunion Indeed Just a few short days and I shall join You From the Cradle to the Grave Oh' Sweet Mother Of Mine
Mother Nature's Mistake Hills that go on for miles Pines, oaks and maples reach for the sky Their leaves casting a cooling shade on a hot summer day Animals of all kinds dance in the gentle breeze Flowers fill in the green blanket of meadow grass Added beauty from a gracious Mother Nature You sit among this beauty Glowing in the late evening's golden sun Mother Nature watches as her work fades She sees you and knows that she cannot match your beauty So she created the night to try and hide you But your beauty cannot be hidden You were made to be beautiful That was Mother Nature's one mistake She created one being more beautiful than anything she could create And for that she should be praised And thanked for giving you to the world
(This poem is based on a movie I saw.) It was tragic when two teenagers died. They couldn't be together so they committed suicide. They were cousins and that's why their parents kept them apart. They decided to end it all because of their broken hearts. The parents forbade their relationship because they were in love with each other. They decided that they wanted to die because they couldn't be with one another. Now their parents are all tore up inside. They'll be in misery for the rest of their lives because of their kids suicides.
As the tears fall down from my face, I think about that magical place. You took me there when I was young, but that was before the pain begun. You walked me down the road of life, preparing me to be a mother and a wife. You would hold my hand and say have no fear, mommy's not going anywhere, I'll always be here. But that was wrong and so were you, you left me mom, what am I to do? I've been told life goes on, but it can't be, because you're still gone. I pray at night to see you in my dreams, but you're never there, just terror and screams. How could this happen, how could this be? The woman I love so dearly up and left me. I go to the grave every afternoon, I sang our favorite song, it was a nice little tune. But since your gone I've changed some things, about marriage and babies and diamond rings. Those things are not important to me now, I ask myself, how did this happen, when and how? You let yourself go to that place in the sky, but it happened so sudden mom, please tell me why? You left me a note by your bed, you wrote moments before you ended up dead. Please tell me why you took your own life, you were a such loving mother and a dear wife. You didn't write much, just a few lines, to tell me you love me, and it would be better in time. But now that your gone, it's not better at all, I just lay in my bed, I scream and I bawl. To know what you done, it's too hard to bare, I stand at your grave with a cold desperate stare. You were a daughter, a loving mother, and a dear wife, Why did you do it mom, why did you use that knife? I wonder everyday, it's all I think about, There's only one thing it could be, without a doubt. You went to a dark place, filled with murder and thugs, I know why I lost you mom, you could no longer fight the drugs. You could have reached out and told someone before, now it's too late, death has already knocked and opened your door. I'm sorry, so sorry, I could not see, the reason you are dead is because of me. I wasn't there to help when you needed me most, Now I can't see you, not an image or a ghost. I've answered my question, I just waited too long, I know my mistake now, but it's too late, your gone.
As I look upon my Life Moment I Treasure With Love there is no measure Precious in True Moment with Momma Yes.. was very few Memo a long car ride But then when I was four Taken away.. but yet.. I always prayed I would get to see.. My Momma.. once more... Then when I was Ten.. I got to see her again I got to spend A Precious few years Then was promised Into marriage At age of Sixteen Away went the moment Time and between But as I prayed Someday Again.. I shall get to spend Precious moment with my Momma I memo the day I said.. to Momma.. I can't wait Till Jesus comes to take us home I pray.. Momma that we together shall see Precious moments of God's Glory Then my Momma smiled at me And said.. she hoped it would be too But her time.. here soon be-threw I said.. Oh.. Momma.. we then together shall be Changed in a twinkle of an eye.. we together.. shall meet the Lord in the sky I pray He comes.. before this day is done Then my momma smiles.. Sweeet smile.. then she said I won't be here.. for I shall be gone away to be by our lords side.. But on that day You my dear.. Shall be With all Eyes.. shall surely see.. His Glorious moment Of His Appearing Then tis be I did get to see God granted me Such Precious moments Tho may have been a Few But seeing within her face twas such a-glow I know.. Tis of God's Divine Grace Momma is Jewel Precious and sweeet Treasure's of Light God's tool.. complete Last few moments.. Ever so Precious in sight Tho.. tis soon.. I know.. As pray.. shall be.. Spend.. Precious moments again Forever In Eternity Jesus.. Glorious Moment Time soon be.. His Divine Appearing Come to Jesus.. Time is Now at Hand God's Glorious Appearing Soon shall be.. For all Eyes to see Where tis You and Your Loved one's Shall be? Come to Jesus.. tell your Loved ones too Then You all.. shall Spend in Eternity together With Our Savior.. Forever Dedicated.. My Precious.. Momma "I Love You"
Love makes me cry I'm crying My son makes me cry I'm crying God is good and he makes me cry I'm crying My dad makes me cry I'm crying snag makes me cry I'm crying My mom makes me cry I'm crying My man makes me cry when we make love I'm crying Vanessa N Brown Copyright ©2005 Vanessa Brown
Behind Hazel Eyes You will find the pain of a mother covered in sin Behind hazel eyes A mother cries the tears she hasn't cried in years Behind hazel eyes Forgiveness I ask for missing out on the past Behind hazel eyes My children revealed their love for the mother they once knew Under there wings I find comfort and the strength to be healed For a childs love overcometh any drug I Thank you Lord for your blessings from above My plug-in to heaven, behind hazel eyes
just reach your hand out to the sky pull your loved ones back to your side lets get to say one more goodbye for we never wanted them to go away and die as now the days and nights lay in such sweet disguise so let us once again our lord stare into their illumating eyes as we reach out for them in your broad horizon sky and get to hold and kiss them even if their not by our sides for if this is however feels when we die then I'd like to be that angel in that sky so I can just reach out right back and wipe their tears too from their eyes Tribute To Our Loved Ones On The Other Side May You All RIP
Greet the little King, who has been born in a cold manger on the holiest of nights; and by the glitter of a descending star, He will spread peace in the land... follow the shepherds and find that sight! My gift to Him is my joyful song, and with this clarinet I will usher in His coming... walk side by side with the pretty angels and rejoice; bring Him your gift, and surround Him with joy! See the three Magi arriving on jewel-draped camels, holding in their laps the gifts of His destiny. A winter's night has always been completely bright, every hill is hidden by darkness, but an heavenly light appears across the frosty sky of Bethlehem, while divine voices announce Emmanuel's glorious birth, everyone wakes up and sees that star and follows it; and where it stops, they find a baby without a crown. Greet the Son of the Highest, the Wonderful Redeemer, whom the Virgin Mary has borne in the humblest of places... in the small town without a temple, or a palace for the Emperor, where Mary and Joseph will train their child in Godly ways; greet the little king, He will smile and invite you in, and His smile will spread peace beyond the star-lit hill. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
A girl with love a heart that lit all around As the music played we see you still, in your dance A spirit that was alive that was taken to soon Your beauty that that still surounds stays close A star that shines is you, in the darkest of sky Like a diamond you will last in all hearts and our minds A mother that lived to love A son that has your gift of life As a mother we know you hold him close His angel that guards him so dear One look he has your smile ,like the kiss from a rose An innocences that just grows as you watch over and see A daughter your mother adored Laughter that you gave her the warmest smile The kiss upon your mothers cheek she still keeps Even in her sleep she has seen your smile and held you near Your love she locks inside that will never die Just every now and then a single tear that she shares A sister you were a friend now in heaven A time that you talked and talked A bonding of youth as you all grew Sisters will always be everlasting Love that is grown from seed Always in hearts and thoughts we hold you so near
Mothers are truly God's gift to the world and really for us Oh, they will put things out, even a fuss with a simple touch The essence of their being prevents us from being in a rush Hear their words of wisdom and one will learn very much Even as drivers they shift gears without scraping the clutch Resting a child's head, they simmer a cry with such a hush Saving grace, loving us dearly like a hand with a royal flush
The walk to the grave Of my adopted mother Took everything for me to be brave Standing there and listening To what the minsiters said About the life she had been living The deeds she had done while here Meals she had prepared for many How people thought her a dear This walk is a walk to remember Can I walk in the steps The steps in life she rendered
The father and son Inseparable relations Guiding the path of true faith Love of a mother Glorious pillar of strength Wept at the foot of the cross The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line poems called a katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7. A Sedoka, pair of katauta as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing perspectives. The katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7.
I know all the stories that she'd told she been livin in lies she knows shes doin wrong.All i know is she need to do right. I can't keep oncryin momma s do it just please no more fights. I tell myself that she will do better, momma we are a family ain't we supposed to bo together. What happened to our happy fun. Every since that doy violence but more guns. You used to give me hugs what happened to all the kisses, all the good times yes we allmisses.We can forget abut it momma thanks to you. You can't play me nomore i'm not a little fool. I try so hard but why can't you stop. One day i just wish you will and IT gonna drop.
Taking my hand, You held it within. As I began to stand, You would grin. When I was a little girl, You would comb my hair. You watched me twirl, And bounce through the air. As I grew older, There were events galore. I would get even bolder, And want to explore. Sometimes, You would let me. If it would not involve crimes, You would not disagree. Over the years, You have taught me so much. Wiped away many tears, With your ever so gentle touch. I can not begin to express, How much you mean to me. Though we no longer have the same address, You are still and always will be with me. Although it may not show, It is you that I am forever grateful to. The one thing I will never outgrow, No matter what I do. So I want to say, Thank you and I love you! Today and every day, For all that you do.
Once soft meadows so full of life, now hold shadows, blocking the light. Words unheard, and dreams untouched, once your eyes laughed so much. Distant sounds, still call your name, within a body silenced by the game. Love can't touch, and tears can't clean, that part we know as self esteem. Yesterdays of you, bring me joy, recalling back when you were a boy. Shiny blonde hair, and smiling blue eyes, my heart forever hypnotized. As tomorrow comes, and life goes on, somewhere happiness must belong. My prayer for you I humbly ask, may light surround you within God's grasp. A blessing for me, when you were born, but somehow evil has sent this storm. Jesus You know him, but he has lost his way, hold him tight, don't let him stray. Bring him safely to me once more, as the waves get higher on unknown shores. Lost is lonely, and screaming for help, but I can't save him all by myself. I give him to You, as I sit and cry, a mother in pain, I cannot lie. Your mother watched, as you died on a cross, a mother in pain, for her son she had lost. You gave her comfort, You called her name, now I give You mine, my heart feels the same. Bring him safely back into the flock, as You guide a lost vessel from hidden rocks. Let him know joy, let him feel rain, as Your Love gently brings, my son home again.
this is inspired by a picture of a guy looking at a piece of bread with one candle on it, http://allpoetry.com/amyrowsell today would be our first wedding anniversary but I lost her, a month ago a guy was driving drunk and crossed the line that night he took the life of mine you think that they would learn driving is a privilege you have to earn I hate him for what he has done he took away a mother from me and our young son nobody wins when people drive drunk
It's hard to wake up every morning and see a face in the mirror that so resembles the person that hurt you so deep. To see the face of that person that causes this internal battle you have to deal with everyday. The person who truly made you understand that there IS a thin line between love and hate. It's nearly impossible to look at myself without being overwhelmed with feelings of love and hate for her. I hate her for what she did not only to me and our family, but to herself. I hate her for throwing away so much potential because she needed something better. I hate her because she made us feel like we weren't enough. And yet this battle rages because while a part of me hates her, a part of me will love her no matter what. I love her because she can always make me laugh. I love her because she always wants to fix everything. I love her because of all the things she has taught me both directly and indirectly. But still I love her most because no matter what she will always be a part of me. But I hate her because no matter what…. I will always be a part of her. I look into the mirror everyday and see two faces: past and present, molded together to form one: mine. And yet no matter how many times I tell myself it's me in that mirror I can only see her. My mother.
MY MOTHER I dedicate this poem to my beloved mother I miss you mum, I miss you I know I always will I'll never stop loving you I knew that you were ill I wanted to take away the pain I would have done it too But you just grinned and took it That is so like you I remember that look on your face When you told me you were dying It seems like it was yesterday I could not stop crying I know it's been a long time In fact it's sixteen years Time will never ease the pain It cannot stop the tears I say goodnight to you in bed And think of you in bed You'll always be there in my heart It doesn't heal in time My love for you will never die And this I know is true You just remember up above I'll never stop loving you A large piece of my heart is gone But I am not too sad I remember the memories And they always make me glad You are my guardian angel Who always looks after me I look up at the stars above I see you shine, I see I hope you like this poem I made it just for you Remember I'll love you always And I'll always miss you too
Tiny Fingers Hand in mine, How have our seasons Intertwined? Blood of my blood Eyes of my Eyes Have I the right To claim this prize? Little one Before me now, So many questions why...and how... I'll wipe your tears if you should cry, and I'll forgive you when you lie. I'll make mistakes and when I do, I hope that you'll forgive me too and as the seasons come and go, with love and pride I'll watch you grow. This gift from GOD that I adore, Just when i can't... I love you more.
I saw your tears, I knew something was wrong, I knew with my mother, My son didn't belong. I saw the pain that you held deep inside. I never wanted to leave you, or ever have to say goodbye. I chose for you to sleep safe in a bed, instead of our car, making sure you were fed, was most important by far. I wish I could take all the tears and sadness away, to correct all the wrongs and the mistakes that I made. All you wanted was my approval, my affection and my love, Yes, I know saying the words, just wasn't enough. If I could go back in time I would have put up a bigger fight I would change it all today, to make your life a little more kind. I would be to you all, what a mother should be, I love you with all of my heart, I just wish you could see, All I ever wanted was for my children to believe in me.
Ranee, you are an answer To a long heartfelt prayer When in my womb you stir Your life I am aware I promise to always love you And teach you right from wrong I promise to always see your view And give advice to make you strong Ranee, you are a dream come true Joyful tears did flow The very instant I knew Inside me you did grow I wish for you happiness And pray that you find love I wish for you success In everything thereof Ranee, my first born Baby You bring me much delight Know you can count on me Forever each day and night My hope is that you soar In everything you try That all your heart you pour And your best you always apply Ranee, I promise to support you No matter what you choose Just promise me that You stay true To all your dreams and views Love, Mommy
The beauty of love Is a lot like the Sea With all of it's power Beautiful and free Just as the Sea Is bound by currents Souls are bound By loves torrent Just as the Sea Reflects the light Love truly is A beacon of right Just as the Sea Is a provider of life Love makes a mother As well as a wife Just as the Sea Is bound to the wind Love forever binds Two dear friends Just as the Sea Needs be respected True love is a thing That must be protected As the waves create The rings of time Forever yours Forever mine
The most precious person in the world With poise and grace With a smile on her face No one can compare her love She is our greatest gift from above The soft touch of the hand Encouraging you, saying you can A kind a lovely smile Saying come and talk a while She lifts you up when you are down Always a smile never a frown She listens to your problems big or small She's there to pick you up when you fall No better person can there be The person who means the world to me She gave me life from the start Forever she will be in my heart My mom, the most precious one We love you for everything you have done The Lord gave us the greatest gift in you To watch over us in everything we do And mom I would love to say You are the best Mother in every way
I remember being a child, Growing into a teen. Then turning wild, Into one hardly ever seen. There is one thing, That has stayed the same. From summertime to spring, You let me find shame. Don't think this is bad though, Let's just say for instance. By you letting go, I found my independence. For this I am grateful, Always keeping you close at heart. You have been a mother that has been so helpful, I can only pray that I am up for the part. But Mom; there will always be, One thing you can count on me to do. You can always look in my eyes and see, Just how much I love you!!
Trying Times Can I maintain this life Without begging Christ To save me From the life he gave me Can I walk to the plot To where lays my father death spot And stand over his grave His life is with me acknowledgement I'm is daughter but I wasn't with him his last dying days Tears seem to not fall from my eyes Because I know emotion will not grow him back And the last words that utter from my mouth will be with me until the day that I'm dead they are now un-depart able bitter words that has now been said They say Gods give you nothing you can't bare Trying time he's given me trying times is in me I dream of some better days As a young child proven educate with good grades Wanted to be a woman at a young age Started working on my life Tried to blackout every thing in my life that went wrong Even as a minor I promise god that all my struggling was going to make me strong But lost in the mine set that I had no one to carry with me Turn my back on the people that had given me life Told them I didn't need them so forget their advice I broke them down to the same feeling that rooted bitterness Spoke for me took hostage over my pride But each heart beat I wanted I wanted them to reach for me because all I wanted was to be their child They say Gods give you nothing you can't bare Trying times he's given me trying times is in me Fast I was moving Tried I was getting Still I wasn't not going to stop Because I will never give up I instill in myself as long as I don't misused my body and educate my mine There was nothing that could harm me Nothing Suddenly everything that I was reaching for turn around and ran from me And for the first time in my life I wanted good to save me I barely stop myself from falling to my knees begging him to free me For now I could see My daddy deceased My mother sickly And soon I will be a woman For I will be no ones child I feel as if I'm not ready They say Gods give you nothing you cant bare Trying time he's given me trying times is in me
My head's up in the clouds I'm walking on air Thinking about you Without a single care 'Cuz nothing else matters Except for you and me What we want to happen And who we want to be Am I to excited Getting ahead of myself I know another broken heart Is not good for my health I probibly need to calm down Maybe take a rest All these feelings happening Because you answered yes
Kylarr when I look at you I see me I see you grownin up I see you have my soul I see you want your Daddy I see you have my childhood I see your mother eyes I see your mother lips I see you happy when you and my soul bonds together four ever I see you in my head I see you is Godchild Antwan H Woodberry
Can you shake this of me Tame me Show me you love me I am so lost I have this front When I think I need you I don't know what I want Where's the sense knocked into me Where's my responsibility Juggling wrong with all wrong In the meantime, keeping strong. Bashful in this hollow shell I've fallen deep inside this well Want to like what I see But don't know who she is Don't know her meaning Don't know why she lives. Day she smiles, night she cries I can see right through her big brown eyes. Give me a chance Put up with the fight I need you now To make things right.
This country i have grown up in Has made me so proud My children in prosper As i rise above the clouds But there comes a day When they will all leave home What ever direction they take In safety roam In my thoughts They will always be On this world of today Let them all run free Children of mine All my neighbours and friends Be safe in your journey's My thoughts to you extend Our children of today Are our day after tomorrow They are our future and beyond Let's lessen their sorrow Let's do what we can And do it now For tomorrow's too late Please don't ask me how? " The last line should never have to be explained " http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-5.php
A yearling asleep When its mother arrived She knew it was time A green meadow, the best place It was time to say farewell to her fawn For he was a young growing buck She wished him good luck He would miss being A small spotted fawn Who Waits patiently for mother While gnawing the grass Oh, he would dearly Miss those wonderfully Glorious days
I awoke to her screaming in the early morning grey. He knew he needed to leave had to go away. The tears were failing he could no longer hide. So much sadness built deep inside. Young tired unknowing eyes awaken by her mothers scream. He found her looking, his heart breaking, tears began to stream. The little girl ran past her mother, and ran to him in the early morning grey. The little girl looked up to him. Dad, was the only word she could say... His heart began to pound, the little girls tears falling to the ground. They hugged and both cried together in the early morning grey. The mother ripped her away from him, screaming go away. Placing the little girl inside the house. The little girl ran to the window, stared and listioned as quiet as a mouse... Through the window she heard no sound, her mother pushed him, stumbling he fell to the ground. As he rose beginning to stand, he noticed the gun she had in her right hand. He wanted to move had began to step away, One bullet fired in the early morning grey. Then I heard the woman scream, what have I done? Looking at him and then at the gun. I picked myself off the floor. I stepped forward and opened my front door. I found the little girl by his side in the early morning grey.As he began to die, dad was the only word she could say.
Given time I just need to stand let me see my parents smile trades what I couldn't do without prayer of hope that I wouldn't leave them because some days I blur them out I complain that life was hard But to see death come to them is even harder let it bring the truth I no inside my eyes there lye's the proof its me, they are who the should be my realization is weak my imagination is fiction but bring into life is what I fake and make is what is existing trying to take control of the feeling but to lose all that with the past times makes the situation rewinds on my mine forgive me god now I am trying I don't wan ta to leave u daddy But I think I can make it on my own I don't wan ta see you weak momma I only wan ta image of you as being strong Yes I know the rain don't only wash away The sun is not what brighten the day and its good to place these things together but my emotions is lost though all weather bring me though don't let me blame just give me the strength to gain let me be who I'm supposed to be don't let me fall into the dictation of hurt god bring me close to my identity
Mother today is all about you Every words I'm about to say is true So first I want to start by saying I love you. My sweet precious Mother You're geniune,and like no other. I often thank God for you And for all you done,and all you still do. You're more than a Mother,you're my deariest friend I know in my heart your love will never end. On this special day, your Retirement I hope you have lots of excitement. My Mother is the friendiest,sweetist person I know And it's proven by the actions that she show. She worked hard all of her life,so many years Stayed strong,and shedding very few tears. My Mother has taught me alot And there;s so much love,and respect for you I've got. She always tell me right from wrong Her words lift me up so I'll stay strong. Having you as my Mother is a great pleasure All the days of my life you'll be the 1 I treasure.
you tell me i am precious to you. i am not your currency. you tell me the circumstances are beyond our control. but i control everything, every breath, every word that leaks from my mouth. you made me this way, shaped me from wax, using knives and tears to make scars in my form. you tell me you have loved me, forever, and until your dying day. these words slither from your tongue. you could never have loved me, its not something thats easy to do. you dont care what path my life takes, you dont know what i have been forced into. you dont want love, you want control. you don't want a daughter, you want a follower. i have accepted that i have no mother, that i was created by life's sick fantasy. i wanted to love you, when there was still a chance. so don't lie to me anymore, don't tell me that it doesnt have to be this way. it does. dont thank god for me. there is no god. and i am just a curse, because i hurt you. you preach that you have room for me in your heart, that you think of me everyday. and i think of you, in the morning when i wake, and in the night when i rest my head. nothing can ever be easy, or understandable. in my heart, there are only cracks and cobwebs where you might have been before. it throbs and convulses, refusing love. i couldnt love anyone, not if i tried. not if i wanted.
When You See Me I Say Hello When I Leave You Say Goodbye. How Then Did I Not Know My Hello Would Be My Last Goodbye. When The Phone Rings I Hope To Hear Your Voice And Its Soft Tone. But When It Rings I Hear Someone And Its Not You How Could This Be. Your Sweet Hello's Come To Me Like You Never Left My Tears Start To Flow When I Hang Up The Phone. Hello/Goodbye I Often Cry For Your No Longer Here What To Do Where To Turn. My Tears Start Falling And My Heart Burns Because Your No Longer Here To Guide Me. Hello/Goodbye I Just Don't Want To Cry But I'm Hurting Still My Life Will Never Be The Same. How To Deal? How To Cope? I Just Think Of You And The Tears Just Start To Flow. Hello/Goodbye God Why Oh Why Did She Have To Die.
Mother i love , Mother do you love me ? Why do we fight ? Why do you cry ? Mother do i have to go? Why mother, why ! Can you see my pain ? My love for you, My bond with you. Mother help me , Mother i love you , Don't go mother .
She plunks down a plate of egg rolls Man, oh man, do these greasy pieces of heaven take tolls On my heart, dear Mama Shows me love with food piled on tables that never end Iced tea, Pho, spaghetti, rice and pork chops Sternly setting bowls down in front of you and encouragin' To take pieces of buttery garlic bread and mop it up Love, bestowed upon us in showers of peppered chicken Spending hours in the kitchen To prove some affection In saucers of soy sauce and dumplings that went on for miles She'd put adoration in soup, spicy reflections Of passionate motherly love Mama, she never smiled Unless someone complimented her style, the swagger Of her intimate cooking skills, the way she swung her dagger Of specialties, killing hunger, cravings All her meals ending with ravings Of the best kind Scraped knees and broken hearts are cured with warm chocolate cake, suede Smooth, mending them better then when they were made Mama shows fondness through ice cream and steak Warm dinner plates Her "I Love You" was a big portion of lasagna Nobody says "I Love You" better then my Mama
The year was nineteen fifty The century half gone The first time that I met her The lady I call Mom My sister just turned two years old About six months before And they said the way she loved us two There would probably be more Well they were right Two brothers first Two sisters joined us too Mom said that six was quite enough Won't be no more, I'm through But life's not always easy She raised us all alone I never once heard her complain She gave us all a home Now the Autumn of her life has come And for us she's still there To help us trough the hard times And to show us she still cares When her time on Earth is over And her days with us are gone Lord, give my share of heaven To the lady I call Mom
When I needed someone to listen You were there for me When I took my first steps You were there for me My first day at school You were there for me When my father never showed up You were there for me When I bloomed into a woman You were there for me When I first learned how to drive You were there for me When I first felt a broken heart You were there for me And when I found my first true love You were there for me When I asked you to give me away You were there for me And when I have my first child I know that you'll be there for me When you look back at all those years, don't cry or feel alone Because I'll be there for you Like you were there for me
The worlds cruelty fades away No feeling, no sounds nor light of day The fragrance of jasmine fills the air Suddenly a cold heart begins to care A tear falls down her sad little face How did she get here in this place She looks around, then looks above Only to find everything she''s dreampt of A world of wonder and kindness and care A helping hand when she needs someone there A warm blanket to cover her at night In the sky there are always doves at flight A warm embrace on her coldest day Someone to help her along her way In this world she knows no pain There is no cold or even rain She knows nothing of the worlds harms Here at peace, in her mothers arms
To my Mother's Grace The world and skies are not equal To the grace of my mother The heaven and paradises are not equal To the love of my beloved mom She guarded me as a pearl in the oyster Her words and love will enough to live here She fed me with her blood and Gave me a life and soul here My every pound of flesh, My every turns and moves Are her precious sacrifices in the world The God and fairies will never be equal to her She is my mother.I love her forever SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET
To you I give my love, enough love to fill all the oceans, rivers and streams of the world. To you I give my hope, that someday all of your hopes, dreams and wishes may come true. To you I give my respect, for all that you are, for all that you've been to me and all that you want me to be. To you I give my knowledge, of knowing that you have helped me become who I am today. And know what I want to become tomorrow. For you see Mother, I was just a slow learner blessed with a great teacher!
There is a woman in my life Who is there for me all the time Weather I've done wrong or right She always got my back I've hurt her feelings and stressed her out But no matter what she still holds me down In my eyes she is a beautiful Queen She works so hard to give everything I feel so safe when ever she hugs me Thank God she's apart of my life I am so lucky I feel much better when i see her face There is no one in this world who can ever take her place She is one of a kind, there is none other than My Mother
(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman's virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman's wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman's affection, winning is the only option. (O)- A real woman's main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone's better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side. (M)- A real woman's presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman's life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man's ribs and ends in the beat of his heart. (A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man's pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny. (N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.
Mom... words cannot express how I feel right now.... I just want to thank you for all you have done for me.... I do not know where I would be today.... if you where not there as my crutch when I needed you most.... you are the most understanding & caring person in the world.... to have and to love as a mother.... I thank my prayers from the good Lord up above.... for the prayers that were answered for the man I have become today.... I wish all parents were as supportive as you have been to me.... to talk when we need too stay quiet when we need too.... thank you for the life you have given me.... and the direction that you have led me in.... I will cherish all the memories, advice, & love you have given me.... forever and always.... Thank you I love you Mom. I love you. Kevin Ryan Hansen 11/07/98 Revised 10/12/06
Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions, Do it whenever they meet, Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion, When their team's comeback is complete, They can say hello, they can say goodbye, And anything inbetween, If you open your arms and crack a smile, There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.
A Mother's Love… How precious is the love of a mother's heart! Even as a child… It's there from the start. A mother's love knows no boundary or limit. It's often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold… Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can't be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a "guiding force…" Even if her children's lives stray "off course." I'm thankful for the love my mother's given… It's surely influenced the way I've been livin'! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I'm so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton
Thank you – Zamreen Zarook Thank you is a sweet word in the nature, You may be a guy of adventure, May be you are a person of agriculture, What matters is your architecture. Never forget the people, who guided you, In no degree neglect who were with you, Don't ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you, Because, you will meet them above you. People forget the past due to selfishness, They have no time to remember their unawareness, Society, most of the times behave in awfulness, They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness. Be a person to thank and remember, Don't consider them as December, Because, you might need them in November, So, always be as a good subscriber.
I always thought that I knew love How intense that feeling could be But, you were my gift from above Just exactly what I'd need I never thought I'd be a mother I thought that time had past It was a shock to believe another For I was pregnant at last I was 39 at the time I felt kind of tired and old My doctor said that I was fine And a child is precious like gold It wasnt always very easy Being pregnant, working each day Some times I'd get kind of queasy But, eventually it went away Tests, ultrasounds, bloodwork , all were fine An amnio to see if you were okay Monthly appointments, filled much of my time Everything was progressing each day I worked until the day before Your grandparents flew out to see I was very ready, couldn't take no more Wanted my child for just for me Finally the day had come,when I was to see my son I got up early, got everything ready, even checked your room. Slowly I drove to the hospital ,awaiting for the fun For this was it what I had waited for, i'd see you before noon. At the hospital they readied me A Doctor put a catheter in my back My Mom and Dad rushed up to see Their grandchild in a wrap I told them of my nervousness How I forgot the words to say So together we as a family We were able to pray I had to wait for a long time Emergency twins were on the way They said I was next in line In the holding room was where I stay So at 930 they brought me in to the room They draped a sheet in front of my face I hoped my head wouldn't zoom I wanted to start this race At 9:54 you came into my life Your Dad ran to the end to see The child that was bore by his wife We became a family of three My eyes filled with tears and I felt joy It was all so new, I never had felt it before Here's your child, perfect, handsome, and its a boy For on that day my love for you grew even more The bond between a mother and son Is a story that can't be told To look into your little eyes, I was overcome My memories of that first time will never get old So on this day when you had came Was the best day I could have ever thought Never mind fortune and fame To have a child is a lesson in life that can never ever be taught.
A Rose with No Thorn In the Garden, the bouquet of life There bloomed a rose whose beauty caught my eye Incomparable is this rose's design Unlike the others, she is not the prickling kind I know they say that every rose has its thorn But here blooms the exception, of the spirit she is born One of a kind, the rarest in form For she is a rose with no thorn Oh what a fragrance, so lovely and fair A scent of sincerity sweeps through the air A pristine beauty from the realms up above For she is the flower primeval of love And as I bask in her blossoms of compassion I find I am fashioned by love that's everlasting And in my heart she'll always be adorned For she is a rose with no thorn Though weeds, thorns and thistles have tried to choke her The rain has wet her; the sun has even scorched her But she'll not wither, neither will she wilt For she is rooted in the love that God has tilled Amidst great turmoil, never to be foiled Arrayed in glory that could never ever toil One of a kind, yes the rarest in form For she is a rose with no thorn Copyright2008 by Kenneth J Thompson
Elegy to Child Lost Passion's love oft tempts despair Casts a prideful cosmic dare-- Like Prizing Joy's most intimate caress Babe snug beneath a mother's breast Senses at this time are keen There's no secret kept between Loving mother, wriggling babe-- Wanted , dreamed of, much delayed But entwined twin was also loved-- Some say Nature's method proves That one twin may give all to mate--- But this fatal sacrifice must decimate. Only mother's eyes would feel babe's smiles-- or sense those legs that wandered miles And daring feet that danced in tunes while Arms swam in gentle Celtic croons. When babe vanished--not a sound. Mother 's grief was not allowed. Tempted so to trail behind Escaping shattered troubled mind. Squelching sorrow's hungry arms She Tried erase babe's fluttering charms Never spoke of-- never mourned. By her husband she was warned Was best forget a child so early lost-- Funerals, gravestones--such a cost-- But the years have called babe near, Mother's journal writ in tears: 'Please forgive my selfish heart. Repressed from all --this tragic part I felt your sacrificial act-- You left your cherished twin intact'. There is no law of random acts Doctors examine data facts It may be --that in the womb When both spring flowers cannot bloom One bold twin refrains to eat Compels the other to complete Hardy growth that life requires--- Sparks survival's crucial hours. Not an accident 'tis sure-- Boldest spirits blossom pure. Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
My grandfather and I had a special relationship. When I was young we lived near his home in Baltimore. But, my family moved away from Baltimore when I was five and we lived most of my life in another state far away from my grandfather. Whenever he called, however, I was the one grandchild he always wanted to talk to so we could discuss his beloved Baltimore Orioles. I was the one grandchild who followed sports closely and always remained a true Baltimore sports fan. Later in life, I learned that my grandfather was actually a gifted baseball player himself when he was young. In those days, he would explain, professional baseball players did not make enough money to support a family so he had to make up his mind to either play baseball or get married and raise a family. As it turned out, his love for baseball was only surpassed by his love for my grandmother and, although he hung on to the newspaper clippings that labeled him a "can't miss professional baseball prospect", he hung up his cleats and glove, married my grandmother and went out to find a "real" job. But his love for the game survived and year in and year out, he and I discussed the intricacies of the game and enjoyed or lamented each baseball season based on the successes and/or failures of the Baltimore Orioles. As crummy as the Baltimore bums are today, I was fortunate enough to experience and share many more successful seasons than poor ones during those limited years that I shared life with this amazing man. I always felt sorry for my grandfather, considering him a victim of poor timing. Had he been born about 50 years later in life, he would not have had to pick between being a baseball player or earning a living – in fact, with his talent, he could have earned a much better than average living while enjoying the one thing he loved most in life. When my grandfather passed away, I was sure that he was joining a heavenly nine to once again strap on his spikes and don the leather. Without a doubt, they must play baseball in heaven. And I wait for the day that I sit in the heavenly bleachers and cheer on a young grandfather playing this wonderful game with other boys of summer. (Inspired by, "is there baseball in heaven", by Constance, A Rambling Poet)
When I looked up at you the other night I saw you coming through the door Framing it with your amazing smile steadfast, self assured, a happy man A happy Dutch life with Irish sea-kissed roots Not just a European but a world class man As you stood before me, I felt such pride. When I think of you, I see my little boy blue Forever young, blond mop, those winsome sky eyes my spry child, intelligent, forever questioning hyperactive, mischievous, a little dare devil your smile, a mile wide in times of trouble I see you holding your teddies Ruby and Rupert Tractors, diggers, broken engines brrrrrrrmm. Your love of engines, paid off after all as you shifted gear to driving instruction For a guy who showed no interest in being a scholar Now you are the teacher, with a flurry of pupils I think it works better, this way around. Your greatest gift is your love for people Your greatest asset, your winning smile Keep on living and loving as you do You view life through a positive lens Becoming a mother hit me with a new perspective An appreciation of life, when I gave you yours Together we grew, and continue to grow In love and respect, now and forever.
You're not real deep as rivers go You're really not that wide When it comes to my feelings of you They're feelings I just can't hide Through giant boulders you descend Winding through canyon walls Inside you many have met their end As rapidly as your water falls Merle Haggard wrote a song of you You took someone he loved His song is very beautiful and true A gift from God above At four I stood upon your banks Watched my mother die Like those before and after her So many left to cry Your pools are pools of death Calm and still they seem Whirlpools lurking underneath The end of many dreams For Brian's contest
Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ? My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers My Mother caring about all five in different ways Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~ Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws ! Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong. The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky " My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting. My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish, feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate . After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate .. Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ? Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~ the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on . Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~ Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~ Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza ! Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore. Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel ` Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores. ~ That is the Family I Love , that is the Family I choose to miss ~
, Lord thank you for this life, As I have lived a full life, It was not always as I would have like, But I lived it to the best of what I could, I'm going home; Home to the place I want to be, I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me, I have been a long weary believer, As I've been away to long, I now know what I've been searching for, As He's been there in me all along, I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be, I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me, I have been and seen lots of places in life's journey, Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places, I hear familiar voices calling me to come home, I see familiar faces looking at me, I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be, I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me, My time is near, the hour I know not, I see Jesus' face across the Heaven's, I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home, I can't wait for my real life to begin, I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be, I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me. By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS Copyright 2011 VISIT US AT: http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com
Your Mother and Mine Tis Every woman Whomsoever helps Any children.. anytime Looks after them Fixes and gives them something to eat Cleans them up... to smell sweet helping them to live and grow.. guiding their ways Edifying thier lives Within these earthly days Your Mother and Mine Always spending their time Taking care of any children.. Giving from within their hearts So Children can go on living helping with childs needs Fixing up their skinned-up knees helping them with their broken hearts Wiping away tears.. helping them cope with fears Watching them grow through the years As there are many women Within this world.. Care-giving Whom is Your Mother.. and Mine Even some have children of their own Some are Grandmothers.. Aunts.. Teachers, Preachers, Doctors, Nurses Any Women.. whom gives tender-love Even women of the neighborhood tis Mothers All the women whom tend.. to look after any children whom go out of their way bringing compassion with smiles giving many children.. Love everyday God's Blessings are giving within the hearts of many women Whom choose to be.. for many children even when they have their own.. These women are tis as I see.. God's Blessings.. of Many Mothers There are many children Whom seek so many women out Whom they choose to call.. them their Mother Whom shows them Love.. Tenderheartedly giving For I know.. this without a doubt For many children come to my house They.. as All Children are.. Blessings God gives in many ways.. all women Blessings of Children Your Mother and Mine Children say this to me all the time Motherly Love.. is giving by God above Happy Mother's Day!!! To All Women.. Even Mother's as Mine whom already gone to Heaven.. Dedicated to You.. Momma.. as You always be.. My Mother and many.. You had given Love.. Tenderheartedly unto Tis be.. Your Mother and Mine... "I Love Momma"
My dear darling mother… I was not there when you needed me most To hold your hand or to whisper soft words. How can I ever be free from the guilt? Or the pain that I feel. There is never a moment that I don't wish I could turn back the clock. Turn it back to a time when I was only a Child and you a young woman. Back to the days when you would sweep me up In to your arms and call me your little boy. Back to the days when all my troubles could be Driven away by just the sound of your sweet reassuring voice. A time when you could kiss away all my tears. My dear darling mother I will be forever grateful For the love and understanding you gave me. For you were the rock on to which the foundations Of my very soul were built And even though I will never again be able to Hold you as a son can a mother Or hear you softly call out my name The beautiful memories I have of our life together Will mean that you live on, Live on in the very essence of my sole .
im sorry ive caused you pain. i thank you for sticking by me through everything. and not giving up on me. i dnt no what i would do if you had given up on me. Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it, but you still loved me the same as before. so i thank you. i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me. im sorry ive broken your trust over and over, and you still wanna trust me. i thank you again. i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me. im sorry ive done things behind your back, even though i promised you i would never do them. im sure you knw but you never said anything. i wish you would have. it would have saved us all alot of pain i thank you for never giving up on me. i dont no how to tell you how much i love you. mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything
There's a little history to this particular poem. I know I wrote it when I was 11 or 12 years old. I wrote it for my Grandma Dorabel, who is today 90 years old. I also wrote it for my uncle John who had been taking care of her at the time; I didn't want to leave him out so I put on the letter: For Grandma Dee and Uncle John! I wrote this short little poem along with a drawing of a cat and some flowers. However, I actually never sent the picture to her! My parents and I must have forgotten to send! To me that was unacceptable! I thought to myself today when I found the picture, I must send it now! The picture is now on its way to her, so I am happy she will at last receive it. ---------------------------- You can send me a bouquet of flowers, You can order me a box of chocolates, You can buy me a fancy outfit, But flowers don't last, Chocolates eventually disappear, Outfits get out of style, Yet Love never fades, And it's the most precious gift of all
The rose bud is small and the smell is so sweet And no other flower in the garden quite so unique When the petals unfold it makes a beautiful rose and the fragrance of that flower fills the air Take the thorns from that beautiful rose and the beauty can no longer to be found When the morning dew falls softly on the rose it's like a tear on a woman's face when she cries And when a woman's pride is taken away like the rose her beauty is faded and gone So never make a woman cry and men be very aware her beauty may be hidden but the thorn is still there
Your first born son tried to put in words The things he feels inside Memories, warmth, and wisdom And the kind of love you cannot hide. He took a pen and paper His thoughts he tried to steer As he thought about his blessed mom His eyes began to tear. He wrote about your beauty A woman of amazing grace How you could bring great comfort Just with a smile upon your face. He spoke of your loving kindness And all the sweet things you do Thinking and serving others Even when you're feeling blue. You know he'd love to be there There's so much he'd like to say To give you hugs and kisses And wish you Happy Mothers Day!
Did The Lord Build Your House? This house of ours is "plain." But is still standing. We're "simple folks..." By many people's understanding… We may not have much of what is "socially appealing"… But we have love in our hearts. And this is a good feeling! We may not be "wrapped up" in much of this world's entertainment. But we seek God's peace and a desire for contentment. We, as a family, have one purpose and "calling" in mind. To seek God's ways of being merciful and kind… Each day we pray with much thankfulness in our hearts… For this is where happiness and gratitude starts! We're thankful to the Lord for his unfailing grace… And for keeping us together in this special place… We're blessed to have a God who is truly worth finding. His word in our lives is precious and worth memorizing! "Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain that build it!" God must rule and reign… So his love can completely fill it! By Jim Pemberton
Every Child Has a Dream… They want to be a "grown up"… They want to get married like mommy and daddy did… Become a "mommy" or "daddy" as a young child would say… Become a doctor, firefighter, or ballerina… They want to be like mommy and daddy… They want to marry their mommies or daddies… Become the president… Become older, (like their big sister or brother)… They want to live and see the world! Every Child Wants to Be Loved… Not every child does… Not every child has a mommy and daddy… Every child wants love… Every child deserves love… Not every child gets love… Not every child gets a chance to live the life they want… Every child knows what love is…. Every child has someone out there that would love them… Not every child knows there is someone that would give them the love they deserve… Every child has dream… Every child wants to be loved…
Priceless pearl my hidden diamond love's sweet jewel Heaven sent Angelic countenance Beauty so pure Lovely daughter your character delights my devotion forever Heartbeat on screen My unbelief ceased the moment You first squeezed my finger
She watches over them Soon a grandmother to be Cathy 7-18-04
God created hands for building things. Sometimes before you build something, you must first destroy something else. Wildfires are never supposed to be put out. Their sole purpose is to burn the entire forest to the ground, transform living things to fertilizer, making room and preparing the soil for new growth. It is almost paradoxical, that there must be death before birth My hands have stared the grim reaper's reflection inside the pool of my best friends blood. An old student I used to tutor told me that I am the best brother she could have asked for She said she will always love me This was after I burned every bridge that traversed the gaps between us Stared at her from across her desk Told her that she will never be my sister. That our bloodlines will never match. Our gene pools are just strangers that made the same wrong turn. I spent so much time trying to find my way back that I never realized I was home in being lost I found something comfortable, without expectations. I only corrected myself after she spoke, because I heard something familiar in her voice. She sounded like family. I have the scarred and wrinkled hands of a senior citizen I'm only 22 years old I once got my palm read This gypsy woman told me that my lifeline should have been cut short when I hit 17. That was a year ago. What do gypsies know anyway I have defied the odds my entire life. Been broke down and built back up too many times to count My fingernails chewed raw to the cuticle out of anxiety I enjoy the taste of my own pain Sometimes I use my own hands to destroy myself just to see who my real friends are who will build me back up when I can't do it alone My hands have a desire to learn how to cook, but I'm not that great. So when I am alone, I tend to be hungry, not just for food though. I starve for someone to talk to It never satiates, because it's not you. I know what it tastes like to completely give myself to someone. My biggest fear is being abandoned. When I look into your eyes, I am not afraid. I need to cook you up a feast of myself, then feed it to you every day for the rest of our lives Please tell me what I really taste like, Be honest. Years after my grandfather passed away, my grandmother moved into my aunt's house. Since I was 5, every time I speak to her she asks me: "Spenser, did you thank God for waking you up today?" I think to myself, I never did tell my eyes to open themselves. It just happened. So I don't know how to respond to her correctly. I tell her that I love her, that I am writing a lot. She tells me that she puts her hands together for me every night Prays that I will get the job I want I guess some prayers do get answered. Sometimes two hands in the right position, matched with a conversation with God, Can change things. I even accidentally call that place home sometimes. My dream is that my hands evolve into wolves, become part of a pack and work together with other hands to make a difference Some days they will be the alpha male. Full of confidence, at the head of the pack Other days I need someone to show me the right way to go Because if I've learned anything It's that I am not always right I can not always be in control of everything The only thing I have ever really wanted is to know That my hands were truly A part of something.
You do not stand alone in your Battle Your battle is our Battle We may not be there in body But we are there with you in Spirit We are there in every beat of your Heart In every whisper of the wind In every thought and every touch Every breath and every sound We are there with you You are wrapped in an Endless chain of Love In every link we each send you a part of us We send you some of our Strength Some of our will to Fight Some of our Courage The most important of them all We send you all of our Love If you feel you need more Just give that Endless chain a little tug And we'll be there Tug til you need us no more Then we'll know you've gone Home ______________________________________________________________________ 5/09/2014 Dedicated to my Aunt Nini, Wilma Thomas Gamble for Mother's Day. Sadly she lost her Battle w/ Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer on 5/30/2014.
I wish I would have been there with you Throughout my whole life Watching you get old and tired Watching your hair turn white I wish I could have been there with you Those many years ago When you fought your biggest battle When you suffered so I wish I could have been there with you, Every single day Never of missed a phone call Never missed a chance to say, hey You are the only person That was always there for me From the moment I took my first breath You held me so proudly And now I hold you on my breast We shall never be apart And when you gently close your eyes You'll forever be in my heart Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 09.23.2014 Mother Daughter Relationship
Dear Lord thank You for a mother who stayed through it all with us, who has shown us the way to church, because in You today I trust. Thank You for every hardship she faced for she has taught us sacrifice now I can give my all to You, nothing else would have sufficed. Thank You Lord for all her toil because she represents great strength for even in adversity she persevered through great a length. If anyone be candidate let it be her You honour Lord for You know all about her struggle and surely You are her reward. I praise You greatly for Her life my life without her could not be, show her Your favour without measure for everything she's meant to me. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Mothers Kind, Helpful A special person in are lives Mothers Day
I was blessed to give birth To my sweet little girl. I kissed your fingers and Toes and cute little nose. I rocked you and sang And wiped your tears, I held you and loved you All your young years. Now You're a Mother And a fine Mother too. I'm again blessed to help raise your daughter with you! © 2012 Connie Marcum Wong Note: I wrote this for my daughter, Michelle, who gifted me with my 2 and half month old granddaughter Carissa who I care for while my daughter works.
On the wings of two angles I was brought into this world… My mother and father I've called them since I first spoke, To their arms I ran when I first walked… When my heart was not calm Their love would come… When no one believed They saw what others couldn't see When I would cry With a calm sigh they would smile And the whole world would stop and the pain would die… They taught me to not lie… They taught me to be human… On the wings of two angels I was brought into this world… My mother…her beauty puts the stars to shame…. My father…his heart stronger than all the men that walk among us… I thank my lord for giving me The biggest treasure on this world, Love that is clearly out of this world… Thank you… ????? ????
A GRANDMOTHER'S PRAYER I'll pray you strength, to face each coming day when things aren't going as right as they could, to tear down walls, when walls get in the way of knowing life is going as it should; I'll pray you light, so your dear heart can see all through your life, your journey's not alone, and so the night's not dark as it could be in troubled times, as every life has known; I'll pray you love, so love will take your hand, so you can feel love is the plan for you, and when it's done, your heart will understand just what it means to love one, as I do. I'll pray you have the wisdom God can give and all His love, as long as you shall live. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
A mother's love is so strong it has to come from above, for it takes a special Heart to do what she can do. A mother's love is so deep when she cries out the whole world should weep. A mother can go through so much pain and still remain sain. A mother can bear children come home from the hospital, cook, wash, take Care of her child, kiss her husband and still wear a smile. A mother has compassion and feeling that are so strong she can even tell When something is wrong. A mother is a single mother who is struggling to carry both roles, we give You a "shout" out because that's a heavy load. A mother is a grandmother who is still moving strong, she continues to love, Nurture, and care for the young. A mother is so many special things that god created wrapped up into one. So " remember" to show her love all the time, and tell her what a fine job she Has done! Happy mother's day to all the mother's out there and may god continue to Bless you all!
many are out there wouldn't trade you for the world just what I needed a jewel to me you're part of God's perfect plan I love you mommy Contest Name : Senryu for Mom 25/04/2011 8th Place
It's a mother-in-law's right, her prerogative To 'drop in' on her son almost any time, But a mother-in-law should always be prepared For almost anything she may find. So, Mother Cready dropped in unannounced; But as she approached her son's front door, Suddenly it opened. "Ta Da! Do you like my happy dress?" His young wife stood there in her 'all in all'…nothing more. "Oh, my word!" Mother Cready exclaimed with surprise. "Why are you naked? Are you insane?" Just as surprised, the young wife pulled her inside. "Please, Mother Cready…if you'll just let me explain. You see, when Mac has had a rough day, When he's been under a lot of stress, Sometimes I meet him at the door With a smile and a kiss in my happy dress. It always relaxes him and makes him happy, Then he makes me very happy too. It works for Mac and me, Mother Cready; Maybe it would work for you." "We're too old for such." scoffed Mother Cready. "Perhaps if we were young like the two of you." But, on her way home, she decided She was definitely going to try it too. So, she bathed and put on some nice perfume, Fixed her make-up and her hair. She was thinking some very sexy thoughts, But she had to hurry…no time to spare. She heard her husband's car in the driveway; And as he approached their front door, She threw it open. "Ta Da! Do you like my happy dress?" She stood there in her 'all in all'…nothing more. She saw a little grimace cross his face, But that was not the worst. Then he said, "I appreciate your happy dress, my dear; But maybe you should have ironed it first." ALTERNATE LAST VERSE "Well…your 'happy dress' could use some ironing; But my birthday suit could use some starch." He kissed her. "Bet you and I can work it out."; And off to bed they marched.
They see strengths Not the limitations These are people who will make you proud of yourself They will tell you why you're special Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations They make you better than you normally are You can be proud of yourself They respect you For what you've done Where you've come from They see what you've experienced something real Respect you for your courage They live by their rules They do not expect you to follow theirs They are at peace to themselves They are not proving anything to you They are good listeners Sincere in their interest in you You feel important They are available for honest Genuine discussion Makes you want to share yourself
Looking for love landed me in trouble Life as I knew would soon burst like a bubble. I was already 5 months along before my mother found out. "It's too late for an abortion", she said with a shout. Being just seventeen, I understood she was upset. I didn't plan on this happening but I had no regret. I thought she'll change her mind once the baby was born. I see now I should have took her first reaction as a forewarn. After a very long, hard labor my precious son entered the world. The strongest love of all, a blessing...... my mind whirled. My mother came to see us and uttered words from hell. The worst being: "Look at the misery you have there now!"....my heart fell. I was shocked, hurt and angry....my emotions were running wild. I would protect my son and therefore would not let her touch my child. I would spend the days and some nights at my boyfriends house, just to stay away. After weeks of going back and forth my mother-in-law took pity and decided to let me stay. I was gone for three days when my mother called me with another verbal slaughter. She stated: "I no longer have a grandson and you are no longer my daughter. Those words were unexpected, I was so numbed, that all I could whisper was "OK". A mother is supposed to love unconditionally, how unthinkable that it could turn out this way. For Carol Brown's 'Let Down' contest.
written 10th Aug 2013 I am God's child, first and forever I am known by many different titles, a daughter I am a wife I am a mother I am a grandmother I am a poet I am by several ways, known as a sister I am an acquaintance I am a loyal friend I am a stranger I am a cousin I am an Auntie I am a niece But who is this person, they all call "Denise?" She is a child to God She is a niece She is a cousin She is a stranger She is a loyal friend She is an acquaintance She is known to many, a sister She is a poet She is a grandmother She is a mother She is a wife She is known as a daughter to many She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be.... She is happier than she ever imagined possible SHE IS "DENISE"
A strong woman doesn't have to have the body that only society wants. A strong woman doesn't have to run a marathon. A strong woman doesn't have to wear a size zero. A strong woman doesn't have to have marvelous muscular masculine legs. A strong woman doesn't have to bike up a mountain. A strong woman doesn't have to work out for hours to make her tough. A strong woman has the look of confidence written across her face. A strong woman still stands tall when she is full of sorrow. A strong woman does everything at a steady pace. A strong woman won't be afraid. A strong woman keeps her head held high. A strong wouldn't care about what she weighed. A strong woman never gives up. A strong woman through hard times. A strong woman is always tough. Working long hours to make money, She still makes time to ask, "How was your day, honey?" Instead of having a tall, strong stance, She goes crazy And she does the Carlton Dance. She will turn your frown Upside down. She will always be there to help you- For everything you go through. She will have that shoulder to cry on. Always- dusk until dawn. She gives you the clothes on your back. She gives you the food in your stomach. She gives you the shelter above your head. Even when she's hanging by a thread. You may say your super-hero is Spiderman… Batman… Or Superman… But my hero is my mom… Because my mom is a strong woman.
I was just trying to remember the past trying to remember the good people and the bad people, that i came across on my way, i want you to know that you are among the good people that left a good trace in my life, once again i just want to say thank you for passing through my life, is so short but is wonderful i want you here forever.
My Mama's hands will never grow old, No matter the twisted, fickle years. They've held the brightst gems of joy And softly dried my childish tears. My Mama's hands raise the glorious sun And set the restless stars in the evening sky. Filled with grace and sultry passion, Their luminous beauty is quiet and shy. They danced across the crinkled pages Of my young and thoughtless life; Taught me fearless love for children, And how to be a strong and faithful wife. With the magic of creative stroke, With each caring touch and soft caress, They sowed the seeds of grace and poise Into ever stitch she made in every dress. The music of their movements Will forever play across my mind. And, now that I am a woman I'm not surprised to find... All her words and thoughtful actions Spun my life's web of lovely strands, And her love was always measured By the gentle touch of Mama's hands.
Creatures of earth Where do thou draw thy mirth? Thou fumble through bed of roses And flaunt thy jewels and dresses. Then thou smile and chortle But where do smiles go after? I am a lady Voice little, inaudible. Yet a prayer must not be loud Not even like a tiptoe Or the shingles of ornaments from Cleopatra's neck. A prayer must be as silent as that of the nativity scene, As humble as the child in that manger. I wish not of silvers or golds Neither of clothes that mark differences Nor cars that make distance I desire of armor not for myself But for my son and daughters That they may tread on life, Free from evil's snares. I pray for an Evergreen tree Planted on my husband's heart. For like that tree, love must not wilt nor fade. I light a candle.
My Sarah When I looked at you last week trying on your new boots Those almond eyes sparkling at something new, a gift I saw my little pink girl, a princess, playing dress up again Your long hair draped your high cheekbones Life still a game, tinged with drama and theatre As you look for fun in all your pursuits! A player in life with a passion for cooking and music You have become a kind, loyal, vivacious young woman Self assured, grounded with a love of tradition I looked at you and felt an overwhelming pride. Sunday's child is ' bonny, blithe, good and gay' they say Befitting my Sabbath girl, a model child of few demands Your bedroom a vast sea of Barbie and friends A Passion for story-time and books Your Dutch life with Irish sea-touched roots, You are a real continental A great scholar with degrees in Law and Psychoanalysis You have found your true love with Luis, a Spaniard As you both prepare to leave the Emerald Isle I wonder at the achievement of you!
You've been thrown left and right, Crying to yourself every night, Thinking all has gone wrong, & you won't be giving up after long.. You've been heartbroken One Two many times: From old boyfriends, To lies; Father walked out, Baby killed by mistake; Your mom has disowned you, But she still shows you lust… Everybody knows the truth, The pain that you do not choose; They see what you show, But see me… I, T'Keyah Wilder, I already know… You've raped and thrown from left to right; Crying to yourself every night; Everybody saying they understand, But you know you're the only One who knows your pain ; On this land… It's a matter of time, Before you kill yourself, Stressing yourself, Hurting you and everyone else; Blaming yourself for, Mistakes not purposely made; Crying every time you feel like you just got Laid, You want the true love, Love shown from the heart; Honestly, Coming from your big sister; I think you need a fresh start, Easing your pain with nicotine; I'm surprised you're not Sippin lean… I know it may be hard, To forget about the past, But there's one thing; I must ask from you and I Want this to last; Promise me, you'll try your best To stress less, & pray more… Listen to God; Put him above… All; We're not close like we used to be, But you know I'm just a phone call, Away… Not far from you.. But I wish you'd realize, This too… Stressing is not working, Cause death, the devil, lies, & fear are lurking.. Promise me; You'll try to be the best you can be… Dear Little Sister from another Mister! <3 RiP auntie bby ; djF .
To Shakespeare I give all due respect, But the world must be a huge theater I suspect. Woman's the major player if not the star, For she influences all with love from afar. The main acts of her drama as one envisions, Occur for my audience in seven divisions. First the helpless infant in her nurse's arm, Fresh from God's hands smiling and warm. Yet guiltless and untouched by worldly strife, She is but a stranger to sin in this dawn of life. In her pink crib she looks cute and pure, With a smile on her lips so modestly demure. Next as a tender young girl of school age, With pigtails and grace she enters the stage. An innocent young girl loving dolls and toys, She has no taste for bruises, math or boys. Her voice is like music whenever she speaks, Explaining with emotion the desire she seeks. In the sweet summer age she becomes a blossom, And weathers the waves in the role of stardom. Now she's a young lady with a pure, creative mind, Nursing dreams of a life moral and refined. When put into the orbit of heart-consuming men, Overcoming dying hope, her world she has to win. As a wife she makes her home a true nirvana, Winning from the man she loves her merited honor. She is in hard times his source of consolation, And in times of pleasure his joy and elation. As a lover and a mate she continues to perform, Keeping house and home through every storm. Now for the most blessed age of female life, She assumes the role of mother as well as wife. Like God's miracle, the first is released with a hurl, Then with tears and a scream from womb to world. Before long baby laughs aloud and pleads for caress, And mother love with playful smile grants the request. Next the vestiges of youth appear a distant dream, And spring's lovely buds now attest to her final esteem, As she enters her mournful stage of the widow's woe, Her glance upon her children falls as her eyes overflow. She has lost all her young heart once fondly enjoyed, And in the business of change of life she's fully employed. With the final division, youth is now a faded flower, And she can bask in the coolness of the evening hour. As she enjoys the reflection of her progeny having fun, She is reminded that maternal pleasures are not yet done. She continues to impart knowledge necessary to sustain, As she guides their hopes to reach for the heavenly domain.
Grandma passed along her string of pearls to me. I knew I've been entrusted with a special gift from her. Nothing but pride crossed my mind that day. Taking her pearls from its box, I still feel her love, Whether it was tender or tough, It was done with the intent On making me feel pride within myself. Grandma cherished her pearls for most of her life. This was her 'Pearl of Wisdom' she passed down to me, "Pearls are classy enough for a fancy affair Or just a simple dinner out. Diamonds are a girl's best friend, But don't get between me and my pearls. The attachment is for life, it's beauty knows no age." Every time I put on her string of pearls, I still giggle. 03/12/2013
I trust my mommy, She never leads me wrong, At night she sings me A go to sleep song. I love my mommy, She holds me when I cry, She tells me not to go to Strangers and say, "Hi". I honor my mommy, She's done so much for me, She teaches me to help My enemy's family. I respect my mommy, She teaches me right from wrong, She helps me go through Nights that are long. I copy my mommy, She does what is right, She helps me see The world in a new light. I pray for my mommy, She is humble and nice, She does things for others Not once but twice. I love you mommy, For everything you've done for me, You've taught me that the world Is a ginormous family.
I have a mother like no other... Never really understood her when i was younger... To others she was always kind and giving... Yet to her children she was mostly harsh and controlling... I have always wanted to know why but never did... And as i age i often felt like a lost kid... Constantly searching for love and care... Something i felt my own mother would not even bare... Now that she has aged too... It breaks my heart and makes me shed a tear or two... To see her old and weary... Crossed my mind to ask her finally...why mommy? Then it suddenly dawned on me...i do not need an answer... For all i have to do is look at her... Hard and long enough, without any anger... Think of all the people she kept under her wings... And be thankful of how they took off and soared... Because of all the love my mother could afford... I figured if she has saved a life at our expense... Then....everything makes sense...
The tone in her voice told me I had gone to far, the tear down her cheek another scar inflicted upon an already bruised loving heart. The look in her eyes cause me to shudder, the clench of her jaw arouses a twitch of her lip, to quell and dissipate words she would love to spew, but will not, instead, scream into deep recesses of her brain. The stoop of her shoulders, hands balled into fists drilled into her waist with legs spread taunt, all positive signs to find an escape route. As I turn and crawl away I hear her say, if you were not a baby, there would be the devil to pay. There was not anything I could say, at nine months, language was scheduled for another day, so I just went about my way, next time I see mom, she will give me a hug, everything again okay. Until the next time.
Final Adieu Let another sun set, Let another flower wilt, Let another autumn cast its gloom, Let another tear role, As ye part, and bid The final adieu. Suyash Saxena St. Stephen's college
Your strong hand beneath my head my Love in your Blood turned from friendship did spread into More the first time you took my Hand and traveled every line, of my Flesh land the way you reflect your soul Into my Eyes, makes me forget my small stature shape, size in this world I wish to carry your future child be it boy or girl be them strong of spirit Smarts of street and class leaders of Eminence Sweet mixed with Sass I see this future as I fall head first, spilling into your secure embrace like a single bottle of Rose Wine Down to the last Taste
I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile. you are the best, always by my side. I tell you my feelings will get you crying, you must think I'm out of my mind. You don't know, what I know, all the angels let me go. We were born to teethe and die, you will grow to be so fine. Fall in love, feel your softer side, Remember me when life is kind. When you go, let me know, don't walk away like the world and go. Life is rough and the world unkind, fight them down and you will be fine. The truth of live is a brutal sight, make no mistakes, you can learn from mine. You have a strong heart, you are unique I treasure times when you smile at me. Live the life, I could not find, be there for me, when I say goodbye.
It seems the angels were singing a song, And their melody pleased God's ears; Singing of to whom such love belong, They could subdue all pain and fears. He asked them about who became Possessed of a kind of love so grand. He was told of the sweetest mortal name That ever satisfied the hearts of man. The dear name "Mother" God then heard, It giving sound to the throb of His heart, As if such a title was that preferred, And such a figure so honored in classic art. My own dear mother was second to none, And enjoys her deserved Elysian rest. Thus since down from heaven came the Son, Her role and function is eternally blessed.
Having you so young made me a mother My love for you compares to no other. We've shared in heartache and we've shared in pain But the happiness and love will always remain. You are unique, you make me proud The light inside you shines through a crowd. Your hopes and dreams inspire me Your souls so beautiful like the deep blue sea. I do not regret having you You've opened my eyes and made my heart true. You're wise beyond your years they say God sent an old soul to show me the way.
In her womb she carried her child nine months, Bliss and joy he brought forth. Satiate her a ray of hope in newborn eyes, She bosomed her gracile in first cry; Nurtured, fostered and fledged. He grew up a young lad, Belligerent and wasteful he turned; Scathe her emotions and physical, Never heed mother's wist. deplore her for damsel beauty, Abandoned and ill he felt; Whence mother's forbearing love aided. Spued blood for months, And in no hope of survival; Mother's earnest prayer and supplication convalesced him. Lackadaisical and Impenitent natured, By and by he erst; Wend the lady who abased him his manhood, His love forsook, His last days embodied in insobriety. On the day of funeral oration, Mother retold unchanging love for her child, And tears that never dried, Bid her son last adieu. And lived the rest of her life bewailing, Till one day her body gave away to ageing, And died a mother whose love for her son Never be bought by any gold or silver.
Mother, mother can't you see? How much are you putting the needle, Deep inside of my heart? I know the pain won't go away! I know you are blind to see the truth! Pain pain pain, When will you go away? Anger, hate & discouragement Always comes my way! What am I supposed to do? I feel alone deep inside, I feel the empty pressure against my chest, In a prison of hate, I am sick of the people who I love, Betraying me & ruining the trust, God above who sees your actions, I hope He will never forgives you, For you who keep on sin. One day you will see Throw my eyes & my pain, One day you will stop on pretend, Realize your mistakes, It will be too late, I will be gone far away, I will never come back again!
Little doll with curly hair, how did God Make you so fair? With big eyes color sky And with skin as rose as a healthy child... Fall asleep as you hear my sweetest lullaby! The radiant moon has come into your dreams, What can she offer you: if not moonbeams? And as you breathe, you resemble a cherub That Rafael imagined to be you in that crib When happy angels gathered and whispered, " Little doll, gently lay on your golden head." This nursery rhyme you will learn in time, And sing it to yourself when church bells chime. You'll long for a hand to caress your cheeks... feeling its warmth while you will float on dreams.
O, my dearest, my dearest Juliet, One day your beloved will come for thee, Sweetheart, please do not cry and do not fret, Dearest one, he loves you, do you not see, My sweetest daughter, I heard your heart's plea, For a gentleman to come take your hand, Your every wish was always my command. You stood there weeping on the balcony, Your golden hair reflects in heaven's rays, Your blue eyes gaze upon the rolling sea, My sweetest, it will be your grandest day, When he does come to carry you away, Your mother still loves you, do not forget, O, my dearest, my dearest, Juliet. Written by: Kelly Deschler February, 8th, 2014 motifs: fiction & romantic --------------------------------------------------------------------- Written for Isaiah Zerbst's contest - "Juliet" Inspired by the painting, "Juliet" by Thomas Francis Dicksee ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- This was also inspired by my mother. Because, she is always concerned about my happiness. Thanks for caring, Mom. Love always, Your "Juliet"
If it is off, I must turn it on. If it is on, I must turn it off. If it is folded, I must unfold it. If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled. If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed, stepped on or smeared. If it is high, it must be reached. If it is shelved, it must be unshelved. If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed. If it has leaves, they must be picked. If it is plugged, it must be unplugged. If it is not trash, it must be thrown away. If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor. If it is closed, it must be opened. If it does not open, it must be screamed at. If it has drawers, they must be rifled. If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table. If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied. If it is empty, it will be more interesting full. If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon. If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead. If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon. If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried. If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone. If it is paper, it must be torn. If it has buttons, they must be pressed. If the volume is low, it must go high. If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor. If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon. If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth. If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force. If it is a phone, I must talk to it. If it is a bug, it must be swallowed. If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor. If it is not food, it must be tasted. If it IS food, it must not be tasted. If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water. If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back. If it is Mommy, must make her dirty If it is sibling, must slap,kick,and fight. If it has four legs, must squeeze tight until makes noise If big person is on phone, must make lots of noise If tv is not on cartoons, scream until they are If food is not good, throw it, refuse to eat it and cry until big people give you something good
Hearing that heartbeat Felt shivers from tip to toe Each kick so welcome Weaving dreams for my unborn A mother making process
A thorough yield On a farm field of far east It took me time to realize How far I am to my far east of coast Call of my weather Call of my winds I sailed further and farther To my naked coasts Naive songs, Nimble rains Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds Reaching this far I kissed my earth Ground of my grief Glory of my ghosts Glad is those leaves However scanty they are Cast is my shadows No longer they hide My colors and my figures They cast numbers on stars Measure their light Scope my winters Scale my summers Scanty my rains Scuttle I wish my springs Now let me see my greens Their leveling heights Their leafy gaze Their spiderly gesture Their primordial texture Now let me be slow In company of my greens #Poem by +Gokul Alex
There are no tears, Cause I held them back, There is no fear, Cause all my fears came true I believe there's hope I have to believe there's hope Cause losing faith in the future and What can be when the bird spreads its wings What can I do if she doesn't have any faith in me? What can I do, if everything feels like it doesn't matter? I'm trying but it might be not enough I have being called a traitor The person I love called me a traitor and I am not I am not, that thing that I fear. I don't wanna die alone I don't wanna die like this, cause she doesn't believe in me. She set a sentence, Cause in a dream she saw how I will be just a shell of myself. But now I'm just a shell of myself. Just a little part of happiness filters throu the curtains of my disdain and all goes away. There's no beam of happiness, There's no sunshine of love, There's no love for me, She doesn't love me anymore. She who I love doesn't trust me anymore And I in a corner I lie alone This corner of my own creation is not just imagination. Here I lie and I just desire the best for you, the best for all the good people I've met and who's lives I've made a miserable mess, I deliver my apologies to all those who believe I hate them or I have being a bad person to. ~Anna
Mother, oh how I love you. You make me smile, when I am down. You make all the grey skies turn blue. You make me soup when I am sick. We have our special "mother daughter days" that neither of us can share with anyone but us. You've helped me survive in a house full of boys. You've helped me through the hard times that being a teenager brings. And I'm sure that helpful hand won't stop, Until it is unneeded. And I have a feeling that will not be for a very long time. For I will always need your kind touch, your loving kiss, your warm hug, and your gentle voice. I will always need your inspiring stories of your life and the things you've done. Of your very own spiritual journey. Of the friends you've made a long the way. Of the many places you've been, and the people you've helped. Mom, you are my best friend, my guardian angel, my comedian when I need a laugh, my shoulder when I need to cry. If there was only one person I could share my life With, my experiences with, my every second with, it would be you mom. I will always turn to you for words of wisdom when I am in need. I will always keep my arms wide open, just waiting for the next warm hug from you. Mom I love you with all my heart, and I hope you never forget it. You mean the world to me. <3 ** So this was my attempt at making a heart, I know it's kind of hard to tell, but it's the best I could do. **
. When tired from sweeping with the storebought broom I'd lean against not wanting to resume Momma said, "Nusing your bab?" I would sweep, under breath crab Now would love to hear her say, "Clean your room!" (Momma would say nusing not nursing..Bab is instead of baby..)
You've been in my life from the start Even though at times we've had to part And it may not always be shown or heard But when I mention love, it's not just a word It's a million memories, probably more A soft touch, a slammed door It's a quickly regretted fight And thinking up an apology all that night It's the first hint of a proud smile That makes the struggle worth the while It's a river, an ocean of shed tears As you've helped me conquer my fears It's being grown and still holding your hand Because you're the one who gives me strength to stand It's knowing how to carry on once I'm grown Because of all the love you've shown And still needing you in my life To help me make sense of all the strife
My mother takes me to different places and laughs at all my silly faces. She runs me a nice warm bath and helps me with my math. My mother makes me healthy snacks to eat and sometimes let's me have a treat. She takes care of me when I'm hurt and cleans me up when I'm covered in dirt. My mother talks to me about all the dangers and reminds me not to talk to strangers. She tells me not to lie and wipes my tears when I cry. My mother always brushes my hair and teaches me how to share. She claps for me when I'm right and comforts me in the night. My mother is 5 feet, 4 inches tall and she is the best mother of all! by Ana Espinola Collins I wrote this poem for children years ago....I thought today was the perfect day to share it with everyone!
God bless little angels brought unto me, Watch over them beneath heavens grace. My first of seven blessings most precious gift, Treasures hearts keepsakes. Number one the oldest, my rocker baby, Dancing away with musics sweet lullaby. The lyrical light of brilliance's, a shinning note, That strums across grandma's heart strings. The second child is a testament to patience, No instructions came with this wonder Or warning labels tattooed upon her backside. But she has the eyes of an angel and lord knows, She try's my beliefs but I'll never give up the fight . I love my problem child just the same. The third times the charms, she is that for sure, With brown eyes and a kewpie doll with dark curls. Our grand daughter bubbles, whom can light up the Darkest moment with just a simple smile. The fourth grace is he, full of strength and daring, A future NFL first draft pick this is my little RJ, Patton had his tank and believe you me, Me maw Has hers. Diamonds are the hardest stones known to man, But this boy sparkles with a shine more valuable, Then gold. Fifth in line is wisdom and charm, explorations Future astronaut. With curiosities wondering eye, but ahead of The pack in any game of life. My youngest grand son Issac his name means, Laughter and joy and in this it is so true. Tiny but mighty is my little Bella, With dark raven hair, she has her fathers eyes, And mommy's brave spirit. She'll take on the world someday. And win by all hands clapping her on, Me Maw's future Mrs. America. Seven was born on grandma's birthday, A special gift given unto me is my darling, Trinity. Who knows what the future will hold for thee, But seven has always been my lucky number, So sky's the limit with this the youngest blessing, In my life. 1. The blessings gift is music. 2. The second blessings gift mischief and curiosity. 3. The third blessings gift beauty's sweet smile 4. The four blessings gift strength and endurance. 5. The fifth blessings gift wisdom and charm. 6. The sixth blessings gift is a brave spirit. 7. The seventh blessings gift is lucks true fortune. And when you add up all my many blessing, What does a grandmother receive a full heart, Hugs and kisses at bedtime. Good night my little angels and sleep tight. I'll re-sight my many blessings in my prayers, Tonight as I lay myself asleep and dream of thee. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
A mother's face you rarely touch and kiss You go on with life without retrospect Mother waits longer but with finesse Many flowers withered from willful neglect A short respite giving fresh breath inside her womb Empowering new life without remorse Her presence helped you strive with aplomb With your mother, you'll be on the right course Such a lovely face you cannot assess A portrait to paint with high pixels of respect Her smile that relieves all your stress Today is Mother's Day and try to recollect Now her face wrinkled but beyond compare Like heavenly bodies with unique flare 12 May 2013
Hey there Lillian You with your auburn hair The wonder of my life You taught me some things On how to conduct myself I looked to you in tough times Called out to you to save me More then a time or two We had that connection Yes" I'm sure of it More then a time or two I made you laugh with joy I'm sure I made you cry as well It wasn't because I was trying to Not because I didn't love you 1/ 21/ 2012 I've always loved you I love you still You were my golden butterfly Lillian - my mother
i am my mother's daughter a little bit flighty kind of a tomboy feminine and ladylike when you want to be counting on my hand the times i saw you in a dress or put blush on your cheeks and reddened your lips or caught you at your very best i must confess i like you better laid back in comfort in a t-shirt and jeans and the way you're always happy and laughing at the funny life you've seen or the way you smell of double mint old gold cigarettes jovan white musk puts me in a nostalgic angelic spell and how we started out rough but stood strong and gruff because old mule skinnin' grandpa jean built you tough and gave you a streak of mean and you with little kylie marie brings pools of old thought forgotten memories of you and me in a little wagon red telling me stories before time of bed tugging loose your hairs of grey mixed with blonde and brown that grew on your head when your hair was still long and mother lets always keep with us the hurts and sorrows you made me discuss after school, when i cried and weeped long sobs hard and deep but you always gave me hugs that helped my carry on even when i knew i did not belong put myself together when i was a mess inside wipe my tears away when i cried all the times i fell down you picked me up you brushed me off dragged me to a safe place no matter what kind of disgrace i've brought upon you you've tested true showed me the good things i can do thank you mom for the life you gave me fought with me and for me the way that you raised me and made me accepted my quirks and how in so many ways we are alike and different but more the same i am your daughter and proud and glad it's true a little flighty with a tomboy's grace pretty green eyes and heart to match my face soft feelings i can hide with my tough irish pride all i can do is say thanks for doing all and everything it takes to make me just like you i am my mother's daughter so proud and glad it's true! love you momma cheer up, this too shall pass your daughter, jenny lynn
You gave me the news today Told me to leave and stay away To error is human is what they say It's to bad you don't see it this way Yes you decided to throw me away Because I don't see everything your way You don't know how I feel, but you hope I agree That you should have nothing more to do with me So, once again I totally must disagree Even though you want nothing to do with me A mother's love you can't throw away I'll love you my daughter till my dying day
Outside the sterile nursery I stood, looking in. So many snuggly swaddled newborns asleep in little plastic cribs; my eyes hungered for only one . . . A nurse was bathing you, removing the remnants of the nest that formed you. Her face filled with wonder and adoration. "Is this one yours?" Soundless question behind glass . . . "So beautiful!" I had watched your head crown between your mother's legs; rapt . . . awaiting the first glimpse of your face. A mass of wet black curls and then your eyes; you were born and I was smitten! Unexpected, the rush of brand new love I did not know existed. First grandchild! You opened the door to a different world, love wild and fierce, protective and totally absorbed. Four more times that door has opened, love's arrow piercing my heart . . . when you hurt, the pain twists within me. You are the soul sunshine I crave, my grandchildren. September 18, 2014
I pray for mother Mother! You could have stayed Forever was my longing Oh mother! Does it really have to be you? Mothers are too special to lose You gave me life mother You raised me into a man I am today I will forever be grateful to you Out of nothing, you gave me food Out of nothing, you clothed me Out of nothing, you sent me to school Oh mother! You were the best In your shadow I had shade You called me Father. For I carried grandfather's name Now I understand how special I was to you You felt grandfather in me Who will ever call me that again? I forbid my thoughts to go deep For the deeper it goes, the deeper it hurts I can still hear your voice mother I can still see you in my dreams You left without saying good-bye, Were you mad at me mother? Deep in my heart, you will always have a home My sisters and brothers are heartbroken They are all grown up But they still need you Mother Do you still remember your grandchildren? The youngest is not yet a year old She will never see your beautiful smile mother You could have waited So she does something for you Fetch water or call you grandmother We all miss you mother It's hard to know you are never coming back One after another We will join you mother We are not afraid of death any more For we have a place with you God almighty will meet us someday Then I will see you for myself again We will talk and laugh Just like we used too Now you live in a far away land We can't change that, not even God almighty I will teach my heart to live without you mother Though it is hard I will learn to miss you I will learn to live without you But I will never forget you It's the body I will never see Your time is gone Mother Now you live in a new world There you will never grow old There you will never die I have peace in my heart For I am reconciled by God's mercy My father in heaven comforted me Now I know you are happy there The pain I felt The pain that tortured me Will never torment me again You departed with all my tears With all my strength With all my hope And with all my faith But God gave me a thousand reasons to smile In am now back on track Rest in peace dear mother, It was the will of God Who am I to question him? I never did when you were given to me And somehow I knew this day will come Let his name be exalted We meet again Mother This I know.
With Waft Of dews And sweet scent Of sun-burnt kisses She blooms, etchin' my precious name In the fragility of her endearing, rose womb
I cry out for all the Mother's in the world that are not being treated right, I know how lonely and painful it is not to feel loved. When you have brought a child into this world and they can't find the time to call and say I love you. Mother's don't ask for much you "see" they just want to hear a voice, receive a card that they keep forever and a memory they can hold on to. I think a Mother deserves much more than that, "but" if you can't do anything else make sure you show her love. A cry out for "Ma "Ma Remember if you are not showing her anything now, when she is gone you might Cry out for "Ma "Ma but it will be to late, it's hard to show someone something when they are not around.
Every single time I hear that song, it always brings tears to my eyes. I'm not sure if it's the singers voice as he carries on, or the lyrics to the words that he cries. A simple kind of man, is something all men should be. Momma's wish this for their sons future plans in a prayer that they may one day see. As men search this world for a woman, they may someday share with their love. The love they are always searching for only seems to come from up above. Do nothing but follow the love in your heart, though at times it may be hard to control. For it was a gift given you from the very start, that will help you to carry that heavy load. This world that we now live in, we may live a little bit to fast. For problems always seem to happen, and sometimes they forever last. Spending your days searching for wealth, does nothing for the goodness of your soul. With it you can't buy yourself new health, in those weary days as your body grows old. Momma's only want their sons to live a simple life, without any worry they will get to out of hand. Always stay loyal to the woman you love and call your wife, and keep your momma happy, living life as a simple man. DannyBoy:1-20-13 Updated on 11-10-14 My thoughts on the song- Simple Man By Lynyrd Skynyrd & Or Shinedown
Light my world with fantisies For there shall be a day in a life Where the stars smile so bright cause I see your smile and I know my day will be all right cause your right there next to me as I go on my first day of school it may not be as easy as I thought it would be but I know your right there next to me And I smile at the thought of you smiling as I sing this song to you I've always knew just what to do Someday I will be a superstar I will give us the life we never had we will be a happy little family no matter what I do I will always try cause I am not giving up on the lady who gave me life Cause your right there next to me As as I go off to high school It may of got a little better since you been away I smile at thought of you looking down at me and saying "im proud of you, im proud of who you became, my sweet little angel is growing up" I am not letting go of what I used to have I am just being happier cuz I know its what you would want for me So look back at all we have been threw Its your time to shine and give that girl what she derves I have grown but she is still so young I will be there soon enough I only got a few years to go So while I am away Make sure her happiness is still with you She will love you forever just like I do Cause I see your smile a thousand miles away I know we will meet again So for now I will remember that smile on tuesday night tucking me in and telling me "goodnight" cause your right there next to me as I am coming home I have my own little family now We are coming to visit and say hello to you my dear I see that smile as I am driving home its been a long time since ive seen your beautiful smile So dont forget that I love you I have always been here to help you understand how a kids heart can change so fast whens they have been threw a lot Someday they will tell you thank you I have a learned alot from you I dont know what or who I would be So I want you to understand that you dont have to be here for me I trust in you Like you can never see I can hear you saying "I love you" I have always had faith in you I hope you know you will always be in my heart
10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life. Every day she will arise to go to work 9-5 flipping burger's and dunking fry's. 10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life. Every day hold's a new surprise from those 10 little fingers 10 little toes and 2 little eyes. one day shell realize 10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes are not so little any more. Those 10 little fingers get bigger and one has a ring on it. Those 10 little toe's get bigger no longer barefoot a boot on each. Those 2 little eyes no longer so little looking strait up the middle ready for combat. 10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life. Her 10 Little finger's 5 little toe's 2 little eye's finally come home. and like I said 10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes saved Their life.
Joanna was the prettiest child with a fair freckled face, reddish curly hair and a pair of big emerald eyes that sparkled with the purest sweetness and innocence... and today still blessed with beauty, she shines! We resemble a lot in looks by letting modesty be our main virtue, and hadn't mother constantly taught us those godly, honest ways and equal love for everybody, we wouldn't ever exist in such a false, uncaring world that has no rewards to accrue. Mother of two bright kids, and grandmother of four boys... Joanna is their inspiration, and quite often she spoils them with toys, but don't all grandmothers love those adorable toddlers... when they quickly run to them, falling down and getting up at once? I am very thankful and lucky to have this kindhearted sibling who shares my same qualities and desire for a happy living; we both value life and show warmth instead of being cold... haven't I walked side by side with a sister highly adored?
I hoped that there would be more days I hoped there'd be more years But this pain I'm feeling within my heart keeps drawing up these fears This cancer you have wants to take you away I don't want to say goodbye Please Mom, please Mom please don't die I know that you can beat this I know you can somehow I need you here with me I need you here right now I know you can get through this Just fight it, just try Please Mom, please Mom please don't die The life you lived upon this earth was never long enough You have made it through everything till now Cause' you have always been so tough I don't want to have to miss you I don't want to have to cry So, Please Mom, please Mom please don't die By Roger Horsch
Love will always find it's way My mother would like to say, as long as your mind is open, you stay honest to yourself, love will always find it's way. Don't think to much. Don't dwell in the past, don't deny your inner beauty, accept it as it comes, You are one of a kind, look forward don't look back. Don't cry over a closed book, is over. Let your pain keep you safe. very next day will bring new smile to your face. My mother would say, don't count on no one, but yourself. Surely love will find it's way. In a mean time live your dreams keep your arms and eyes open, so when love knocks at your door, you'll be ready to fly. when I think of my mother, her love and wisdom she shared. I am certain love did find it's way. So, din't give up and loose myself in past I don't think to much, I don't deny my inner beauty, as you, you are one of a kind, look forward, live in a moment, and remember. Love will always find it's way.
From the day we met, she kissed me She held me in her perfect way With a warmth that even the sun could not provide I felt wanted, loved and alive Her affection was never measured out Nor with held but given as a gift more precious than gold I could not to this day find any fault in her No matter how hard I tried, her smile was her seal of perfection She was an artist at everything she did for me And the picture she painted with caring and passion Is a place I remember and dearly miss My world was her purpose, my success her happiness I remember she knelt before me as if to worshiped me And I think in her way she did She bathed me and spoke words coated with honey I have never felt so secure and safe when I was with her If only I could have the power to feel her tender ways once more I know I would be complete until the end of my days For she is an irreplaceable treasure A woman I cannot find in any other or compare her qualities All I can say now is Thank you Lord for this angel I met And I know I will see her again. Thank you for…. My Mum **Thanks Wilma for the inspiration from your poem***
Although you never knew it,my LOVE was always there;there were many who did tell you,I was a son who didn't care.But lifes a funny journey,some parts are good and bad;your passing without warning,has truly left me sad.I'll pray to God to give you,all the LOVE you hadn't here,lets hope we meet in HEAVEN......so I'll see you MOTHER Dear. ~ Princefreakasso Your broken hearted son PRINCE! Mother decided to die without saying goodbye,didn't give me the opportunity;to shed a single tear or cry. My mother passed away a short while back and I was too late for her funeral.Just got to put some flowers and light some candles at her grave.Let's hope the good Lord blesses and keeps her until we meet again.
I know that taking my life is a sin, But you don't know how much pain I am in; Death is better than this hell I've been through, God Grant me mercy for what I must do; My tortured soul robs me of breath, All I seek is the release of death; Requesting redemption in the gun I cling to, God Grant me mercy for what I must do; I'm considering briefly the life I must end, Nothing is left but the chance to transcend; And this decaying body that I pass through, God Grant me mercy for what I must do; Raven they named me, but now they are gone, I'm all alone since they both passed on; Soon I will see them, it's long overdue, God grant me mercy for what I must do; I beg for forgiveness as I let myself go, Tears trickle down as I feel my heart slow; Hopefully now I'll get to see you, So God grant me mercy for what I must do. Tirzah Conway ~For the contest "Among the Dead"~
My golden dog, two days after his death I can still smell his fur in my nose, in my brain. After frantic efforts, we shared his last breath. I watch the life leave his eye. His name was Cosmos and I think there is a switch on the spirally DNA that's turned on more for some than most. Those that have it must beware that it can take them to their deaths. Those that love them must be aware that it can take them to their death. Cozzie's mother knew, it is typical of the breed to have the switch turned on. She always held back a little perhaps knowing where her genes could take her. I always sensed a certain sadness as her doofus son bounced around trying to please her, please me, please everyone! Lick,licks, licks, a thousand licks, even for the cats he shared a household with. I think that his mother knew where it would all end, out on a walking trail on a beautiful day, doing what Cozzie love best, pulling us all down the trail, determined always to be first, dutifully stopping at stop signs, ready to take off when given the "O.K". There came a time in every walk, that I didn't take seriously enough, when he would say, "enough!", and lay panting in the weeds, embarrassed to be seen, and we would wait, until he was ready to resume the lead, apologetically wagging his tail, for the momentary delay. This was a normal day and I trusted nature to set the boundaries never suspecting that Cozzie's switch was turned too high, pushing him beyond endurance, just to please. The day came when his big body collapsed in the weeds, and he could not get up, panting for his life, and apologized to the end, for his inability to please. If only we could hold back those with the Cozzie switch and make them understand that half a big heart is enough.
NOTE: This Poem is dedicated To all those mother and fathers Who have lost Their dear little ones In he recent US killing. Ravindra A Poem for US Citizens & Politicians No words can console The grief stricken hearts of those parents And of your people Who have lost The pieces of their hearts in the killing. No remedial measures Can restore those lovely words Which used to pour honey In the ears of their loving mother and father. When they were live The smiles of these ill fated children Used to fill the hearts of their parents With strength, kindness and love And faith in God. Now since these angels Are no longer alive O' Almighty God Kindly strengthen their shaken hearts O' God As they have lost The most valuable part Of their life, love and happiness Their dear loving children. Others can only express their feelings For the tragedy in which these small children Have lost their lives By the merciless insane killers Who are the outcomes Of the gun culture only. Every sensitive heart in world Would pray with wet eyes For those sweet little boys and girls, Who have lost their lives for no sins of their own. Let the wise politicians and law makers Poets, writers, Painters and Musicians Social activists and thinkers Of America Taking a lesson from this incident Should change those laws Which give birth to such heinous crime makers And mad law breakers. Ravindra Kanpur India 22nd December 2012/b>
In LOVE she conceived of you. With JOY carried you. And with PRIDE birthed you. In LOVE she always conceives of you. With JOY carried within. And with PRIDE born of who you are. In LOVE always conceive of yourself and others. With JOY be carried through life. And with PRIDE in who you are Be the true expression Of this mother's heart. for SAMI AL-KHALILI-contest Heart Warmth
I never met Grandpa so I do not know if he ever went dancing or stubbed his toe. But I do know one thing- Grandma loved him. And Grandma died when was in 8th grade. So we didn't talk I am afraid. But I do know one thing- Grandpa loved her.
~ Unrolling the fabric by the yard I could see a light behind her eyes The wheels of the old Singer sewing machine Had come alive in her imagination Spinning furiously, Long before she paid the clerk And gleaming tiny roses, of pink, and blushing bands Would take her for a lovely walk Into the magic land of thread ~ I remember how the floral fabric, spread out before our eyes Was a garden in florescent light This fifty two inch wide bolted parade of blooms, Selvedge seamed, of gleaming polished cotton Waited to enhance my first dance ~ Before she even picked out a spool of thread The pattern was laid out in her mind It was almost as if the springtime dress, Could magically make itself ~ She had held the pink against my face, Then draped some around my shoulders I felt myself float off the floor, And in my imaginary dream, I was Cinderella... It was as if little bluebirds were wrapping me in garlands of love While mother's gentle touch So lovingly, and skillfully….with her motorized magic wand Was determined to fulfill my dream ~ She would know, just the perfect touch, to make it divine Just how it would gather around the waist With a sash of blush, with a bow in the back A neckline of lace, in a sweetheart design ~ And I think that she also knew, when we made all those plans How love could last in each stitch, each thread of time ~ The love expressed....in that rosy little dress With every stitch that she sewed... Would be part of the fabric of life that I knew My very first dance dress…. ... a rose covered sun dress, sewn from the garden of love ___________________________________________________________________ For Anthony's Contest: "Think Pink"
15 years old. It was a brain tumor, they'd said. Holding past the current; undertow of reality slapping my fragility cold – (steel bars won't hold water – movement always finds its way) O', how the lies twist! Twist like the dusty branches on an old, gray apple, holding appraising rooks from another's waking nightmare. Suicide, they tell me now. A menagerie of years too late. Oh…and by the way, he's not your real father; your real father was dead to you the moment he found out. This guy's just The Black-Maker – (mother stealer; innocence taker) a mass of dark waiting to fall; waiting to burrow beneath light skin (so dark, even the sun lost hope) exponentially surrendering - stuck on repeat. The temper of blood lost, melting my thin ice – can you sense the coiled, un-leashed? Like a waking May snake tasting the indifferent air for the first time since snow; out of its burrow, and striking its own skin ripe; bleeding my vinegar still, sweet; distilling a wicked brew (a science experiment gone bad) until the steel breaks and every molecule of unoccupied space is reduced to motes; unseen in the shadow of its dying host. A ticking time-bomb: Sex, drugs, drinking – all manner of loose cutting; memory re-making, recapturing of her long dead ghost, exhumed from its protective bed of lies – and how that double edge twists to this day. Only now, it twists in wind through my reclaimed space. The sign across my chest reading, OCCUPIED, instead of SPACE FOR RENT. 37 years old. It was suicide. This I know – lies all told. But, it was also her greatest gift – her young life tolled; my life, paid in full through the tears of time. (dried up like an ancient river still baring the scars of once was…) From one parent to their child, the gift of life remains the greatest gift of all. Nothing was ever taken from me. No…only given - un-leashed; un-bound; un-coiled. My own struggle baring weight - her wrongs come to my light - I am the Light-Maker now, and as straight and long as the journey from one star to the next; and the next, and on. I have stopped fighting my past and embraced it. Thanks to all, (life/her/them/Him) I am learned and open as renewed hope from the heart of God. *For Michael's Un-Twisted contest. This is part of how I un-tiwsted what came to me twisted; how I un-did my knots, and gave thanks for those knots instead of trying to fight them.
Mother, I used to walk in dark places and know that I was safe. Because I knew that I loved you. Mother, I have abused my brothers and sisters. I have contaminated your purity with murder. I have raped your daughters. I have kidnapped your children. I have brought your blessed bosom to the brink of destruction. And now, even when I walk in daylight I do not feel safe. For now I am aware of what I have been to you. Worse than a prodigal, I have endeavored to exploit the very mother who nurtures me. And now that I have worsened whatever imbalance was in you before I arrived, I endeavor to flee you like a coward through the grace of an oblivious savior. Mother, I have dreamed a dream of water. I have dreamed a dream of living water. And in this dream Jesus, my Savior, told me that he was not oblivious. And in this dream Jesus told me that he was fully aware of my crimes against you. Mother, I have dreamed a dream of fire. I have dreamed a dream of unquenchable fire. And in this dream Jesus reminded me that I was sent here to heal you as you taught me of manhood. And in this dream Jesus told me that if I could not love you, my mother, who I could see, then how could I love my Father in heaven who I could not. Mother, I have dreamed a dream of air. I have dreamed a dream of whirlwinds. And in this dream I breathed in the breath of forgiveness and I realized that it was not too late for us. Mother, I have dreamed a dream of earth. And in this dream, Mother Earth, I see you and us together, fighting for our freedom. Fighting against the delusion that our fates are not eternally intertwined. Mother earth, Please forgive us. For true, we have betrayed you. But it is not too late. Mother, I promise you that as sure as my savior is in heaven we are going to make it. Mother, I present myself to you as a living witness. The Lord has not forsaken us. For within our DNA is the secret to your healing and the end of our insanity. Mother, Thank you for loving and protecting me, even as I raped and wounded you. And now it is my turn. "In the name of Jesus, the earth and all of the earth's inhabitants are one mind, heart, and body. In the name of Jesus, we are one person, one planet, and one purpose. In the name of Jesus, the lion will soon lay down with the lamb and this beautiful sound, this sound of the sacred Gaia will know harmony!!"
When i was about 5 i was put in to a SRS. I was there tell i was 7 and when i got out i move to my grandma and grandpa. When i was 9 my older brother started to beet me up every day and all day long and then when the beating he was giving me stop working he started doing other thing to me. When i was 12 i losted my grandma and then my grandpa didn't want nothing to do with use and still don't. i took my brother *****tell i was 15 then started to beat on him. My brother put me in jail for a few year because if the *****he made me do now i am 21 and have losted and got back the girl that i love and care about her name is Holli Sczenski. Her family don't want use together so they are making her choose between them or me she dues not want to have to choose between use she loves use both and i know it and her family know it but there still doing it. On top of all that my own family is going throw somethings as while my mom is not doing vary good and we may or may not lost her in the next few years.
~ Letter to Mother ~ If I die before I wake To my mother I would write I never understood why you were so cruel ~ or why you had an iron fist rule Why you beat me till black and blue ~ for something as simple as not tying my shoe Why you were always enraged ~ why interest in my life you never engaged Why did I get the worst of the abuse ~ when I was the best behaved and did as you told me to Why did you fight to win custody back ~ when maternal instincts you knew you lacked Your torment instilled in me ~ fear, depression, insecurities, and anxiety This is the reason my judgment was flawed ~ mother you should be appalled Even though it was horrific living through this ~ I love you and for your pain to be healed I always wished Even though my body will be gone ~ Even though you may morn My heart is no longer scorn ~ I thank you for being born My life resulted in the lives of more ~ Lives that I love and adore This is the greatest gift you have given me ~ I don't want or ask for more... I'm FREE Lay
A Painful Thanksgiving Night… As I sit here this Thanksgiving night I can do nothing else but write. My family's in the other room So, why do I feel all this gloom? When we arrived late last night I thought for sure I would be alright. Even though it took everything in me To take that 3 hour drive you see. Each and every time I come All I want to do is run. Run away and never turn back A family bond I sure do lack. A mother's love is what I crave But a hug and money is all she gave. My sisters and I we try and try To understand mother as the years go by. But nothing about her ways makes sense She's cold and hard and always on the defense. Through the years she's done much wrong But the love of my mother I still do long. Though the bad memories of her will never erase I prayed through my kids they might be replaced. Maybe they would chase away her pain And my love for her would not be in vain. When they're around her it's clear to see There's nothing left, no mystery. Who she is; is what she'll be All I see is a repeat of history. A history filled with hurt and pain To protect my children I must break the chain. This chain has bound me in so many ways It almost claimed my life - on several days. Lay
Maybe I'm Amazed When I talk to you I often wonder How you devoted your entire life To me, I'm just a blunder But you were Mother and wife. Seven to feed and care for Plus a man whom needed care Dug deep always more Reading,prayers forever there. Educated and refined Unknown by most, Only with us you'd unwind Kept your cards close. Only those she raised Know the sacrifices she gave. Jennifer Marie Oliver 2/10/12
A smile that warms her heart. With bright, shining Angel eyes. Soon his whole world would fall apart. When he sadly watched as his Mother dies. No one to listen or believe what he saw. For years the truth lie in wait. Each passing day, the pain made him raw. And for his step-dad rose a new level of hate. A troubled youth is what he'd come to be. Violence, drugs and alcohol to deal with the pain. When the truth came out it didn't set him free. Watching for Santa as his Mother was slain. After years, Justice was served for his Mother's death. But her kids would have no justice at all. They would never hold her again so they remained bereft. She'll never be there for them to hug, kiss or call. She loved her kids, especially her eldest son. She was taken too soon by a drunk, selfish bully. He didn't care who he hurt or what he did to anyone. Its not something her children could understand fully. Her son now sits in his own personal Hell. Taken away from society to pay for his unrelated crimes. So now he stays in that six by six prison cell. Hoping that he'll heal in a matter of time. I'm here for him and I remain his friend. I wait for that shine to return to his now haunted eyes. For that smile to brighten from his sad, dull grin. I'm someone who can love him and quiet his cries.
I know where grows a perfect rose And so I'm lucky I suppose Since it's well known they're seldom grown On feral vine or pampered rows. They grow instead in random beds And just by chance or grace instead And seldom seen by King or Queen But just by luck, or so it's said. I found one though at Mom's chateau All by itself within a row Of ancient root, one single shoot From withered stock it had arose. There's still some shine in that old vine As if it were by God's design To raise its head in Mother's bed To that I guess I should resign. The perfect rose that seldom grows On feral vine or pampered rows... But grows instead in flower beds Of yet another perfect rose! Timothy I. Brumley To my Mother with love.
Oh, how we keep adjusting the level of our expectations as, age, sickness, and loss of dreams take their toll. You ask what it matters, if you do not graduate. Truth to tell, little, in these times, in this society. School is only one small measure of success, imperfect at that. But for a mother, whose life has been a weary negotiation between poverty and expectations, the apparent success of her children becomes the last measure of a life's value. You, in your determination not to have anyone judge the value of your young life until you hit your high expectations refuse to give one small gift to one that has lost hers
I came into your lives a lost and lonely child, Full of anger and resentment, Overwhelmed with fear and confusion. Yet you took me into your home, your lives, and your hearts. From the very beginning you tried to make me feel welcome and wanted. Though I fought you each step of the way you never gave up on me. Instead you patiently and lovingly took me under your wings, protecting, guiding and shaping me. Showing me love and understanding. Giving freely and openly the praise and affection I so desperately needed. All the while expecting nothing in return. As days turned into years you were still there Making me feel safe and secure, treating me with respect and fairness, pushing me to be the best I could be. And still, there I was fighting you. Oh, the pain and heartaches you endured at my hands. Yet there you stood, firm and unwavering. Never walking away, never giving up. Always loving me no matter what the cost. All these years later as I look at my own children I realize just what you saw and still see when you look at me. Your Daughter! I love you.
God sent an angel down to me, someone to love unconditionally. She is beauty and full of grace, a gift that I could not replace. I never knew that I could feel, so much love, it seems unreal. I want to hold her everyday, and keep her safe in every way. Every time I look at her, there is no doubt, that's for sure, that God and heaven do exist, on this fact I must persist. Because His love was sent to me, through my own Sweet Emily.
Bouquet in mansion Furnish by the most priceless Can't outweigh her love Agrarian harvest And all the nature's beauty Can't surpass her heart She's her children's spouse A companion to her hobby ...Her caring tranquil Right way sure her way Her prayer is excellence ...Can't banish such soul.
Afore falling in his arms they advice to think twice Unregretful I act beyond my surprise It's the grip of a force, a force here to claim Compelling, like a moth drawn to the flame Every night encloses the heat of flaming souls But sun kissed morning plays a wicked role To my realization it brings an obvious question What next to prevent conception? Like always, I pop in a pill to save the bill My guy admires the worth of a contraceptive pill It causes side-effects. Ah! How would he know? He enjoys the freedom of reckless show Nevertheless, I look at kids and admire their innocence Wish the pill could kill within me my maternal pretence!
NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view I can see your blood boiling through the blades I once called eyes, they were once beautiful like jewels now they hurt my deep insides. cutting at my guts and like a noose on my lungs; your words seek like bullets your mouth like sniper guns. I'm hit with each inaccuracy… Being killed by words untrue; and you even got the nerve to tell me what you think I do. But let me get mad and try to plead my case; then suddenly the world is a f--ked up place. You got tears running down… What the Hell did I do? We were just sitting and laughing I could swear that we were cool. Oh God… Oh no…; I should have seen it… It's Aunt Floe…, This battle can't be won or reasoned I think its best I go. Cause I hate Aunt Floe and she hate me too; she sit and talk sh-t about the gum I chew. The color of my shirt…, She say my look is a stair; She say my best has no worth And she doesn't stop there. I didn't change I've been the same these 28 days, but now I'm f_ckin A__hole Aunt Floe gave me that name. She said get out my face This aint your home no more, But I'm more puzzled by What was said before. I love you With her glossy eyes I knew it was true, But horribly sly You see these words make me the fool. The one that's cruel That a__hole dude, That sparked the fuel To this f__kin feud. But I swear to God I didn't start this sh_t, Why would I give up my love To live my life like in a pit. This is horrible sh_t Wasted days spent, On nothing but the worst I could be bathed in your sent. You could be laughing While I'm smiling But Aunt Floe Won't let this be, And the only way to make this right Is hold my tongue a week. And that ain't gone happen I'm a person too, Not soft But I got feelins and don't know what to do. Now its been six days Unbelievable rage, She locked herself In the room I call it her cage. I smell a sent in the air It wasn't there before, Now lookin down the hall I see an open door. Is this a trap I'll guess I'll see, If I fall for another You know that's dumb ass me. Curled in the bed I think I know that girl, But where's the hells Aunt Floe The one that f__ked my world. She packed up and gone Didn't even say good bye, Just came wit gang of bullsh_t And vanished in the sky. Is that you my dear Can you please come here, Listen close and crystal clear… I hate Aunt Floe Next time she here Make sure I'm stocked with weed and beer. I love you punk. ?
I can't imagine being here Without you next to me You've made me who I am today I don't know what I'd be It's hard to think of where I'd start To say how much you mean You've showed me life you've made me grow A shoulder where I lean I know I'm not an easy one But we still made it through Cause when it comes to raising me There's nothing you won't do Everything you've done in life I just want you to know I've never been so proud of you It doesn't always show You dedicate your world to me You couldn't give me more You wipe away the tears I cry You pick me off the floor If I grow up to be like you I know I will go far You've always made me be my best But that's just who you are And everything you've always done I know you will provide A hand to hold, a mother to me A best friend by my side
Super grandma girl, in her long green cape, took a quick ride on a golden grape; she slipped, greased lightning like, over the floor, gunned her girl motor and flew out the door. A scream she had heard out on the front lawn . . . a grandchild in trouble???? No time for a yawn. Like all super heroes she was there in a flash, with a dash and a clash and a ladylike smash. Her darling was bloodied, pink ruffled dress muddied, (the one she had just worn to church). She had taken a lurch and fell from her perch way up high in the old apple tree, a place she was not meant to be. Only grannie superheroes can give healing kisses to cute little, sweet little, bad little misses, but that is exactly what grandma's will do-- grab you up quick with loud hullabaloos, and before you know it, you're better! It's true! Just because super grandma really loves you. But--one thing all grandkids need to remember: grandma will love you the year through--to December! You don't have to be bad and fall from a tree to get super kisses from super old me. Faye Lanham Gibson August 3, 2014
I Know of Someone Holding Unforgiveness! I know of someone holding unforgiveness! This has led to a life of much bitterness! Toward his brother, he's held on to a grudge. From his viewpoint, he won't even "budge." No matter what God's word has clearly spoken… He's walked with a heart that's been broken! His son prayed that God would speak to him! That he would forgive, so God could heal him! Forgiveness is a powerful thing to do! If you want God's mercy to flow through you! We're not called to "hold back," the love God's given! Through Christ shed blood… We're all forgiven! May the love of Christ come and touch us! It's no secret how much God really loves us! Please come Lord Jesus! And touch our soul! May we express your love, wherever we go! May God's gentle love, be what always binds us! HIS words; "love one another," do remind us! By Jim Pemberton
It was a tin-roof wooden house standing Across the red brick cobblestone street Adjacent to a wide open field full Of shady live oak and sweet smelling tangerine trees where My father's boyhood home was nestled Quietly in his home town. Often times we'd travel to visit The grandparents still living there In that Americana corner of our lives. We didn't know much of anything at all except The sky was blue, love was true and we Youngsters were the apples of the old folk's eyes. We'd sit for hours in white wicker rocking chairs I helped paint one time with newspaper on the floor And a horsehair brush grandma gave me To teach me that painting needn't be a lesson In staying between the lines. "Sometimes," she'd say, "It's better to let the paint flow And speak for itself in time." And granddad liked to watch the sky – especially at night When stars were burning bright and would point towards Polaris and say: "Heaven's over that a-way." And during daylight hours When storm clouds appeared and we could hear Thunder and lightning all around, he'd laugh and dance As if the circus were coming to town. We watched mocking birds and blue jays flying in and out Of all the tree top branches and leaves singing Their love making lullabies to us and one another and then As quickly as they arrived, Disappeared into the wind. It seems we're not much different Rather family, foe or friend. Accordingly, the old house still stands today But the dear old folks have slipped away. Perhaps to the place once pointed to High above that night sky view Where comets roam and grandpa liked to call "Up yonder," Leaving me with thoughts of gold And memories made to ponder.
I'm dreaming with mother I'm dancing with father i'm laughing with brother i'm dressing up with sister i'm sitting in grandfather's lap i'm talking to grandmother i'm singing with auntie i'm helping unlce i'm dressing cousin One by one Two and two Three to four There is no war,that can tear me from you Five by five Six and six Seven to eight This was the last memory I have of you all.Catch me,free me,bring me back to life,watch over me,and set peace over my head. Nine by nine Ten and ten Eleven to twelve What more could I'll tell you? Did you not hear the words that came from my mouth as I ran toward you? One by two Three and four Five to six Catch me when I fall. Free me from my chains. Bring me back to life and away from the grave. Watch over me while I walk through this valley of the ignorant and dead. Set the peace over my head,that i may control what fury I carry inside. Seven by eight Nine and ten Should we use are words and speak and use are actions and break one another? What reason could we show if we lose part in memories that were so perfect and harmless. One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Just how many times must i say it again? I'm dreaming with mother I'm dancing with father i'm laughing with brother i'm dressing up with sister i'm sitting in grandfather's lap i'm talking to grandmother i'm singing with auntie i'm helping unlce i'm dressing cousin What a peaceful exist this is and should always be.
Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance It was some of the angry mobs and resistance Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom Like all other kingdoms it fell in random Fire started in the castle And along with it came a battle It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew Many things in this child that made memories stew My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die She ran into the bushes in such a fright And evil doers were running around with flashlights Mastrey remember it as he distracted them Her eyes was so confused with problems Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred His feelings of what those people did was not awkward The distraction worked, he went back to were she was Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because? Her answer that night depended on her lively hood As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true Next: My Story Telling, Who is this Princess
Rocking through the night,wizened cheeks so dear. Cupping my face in her hands. Beautiful grandma. Loving her filled up my lonely childhood. Emma made the stars shine bright. Her love was immense. for "Emma " contest My grandma's name really was Emma ...
To my girls I want you to know That I see you As equals on every level Not just my daughters My little pink princesses I see you as young women Powers within this world With oceans to offer A lifetime still to learn. Live your lives As though I was still with you Be free and fearless For you can see Life is so short Take all opportunities And shape them to your dreams You have all the tools And I will be watching over you Be good to one another There are only two of you The strength between sisters Is a bond for life. Your analytic minds Will help you make good decisions Fair and just rewards will ensue. Your radiating hearts Will gift you many friendships Maybe special love All in good time. You will never be alone For you have a deep sense of self This will be fortified With my passing Your feet firmly planted Will serve you well Balancing the ups and downs because that's how life is. Always be true to yourself Life will be true to you too. Do not mourn my death I am not going far away. My illness has progressed My time is nigh There is a greater plan One we cannot see But we have had a great life As mother and daughters Our journeys together live on in our memories. My loves I will hold you safe In my heart Now and forever I will always be with you.
May We Honor Our Parents… I know of many parents who tried their best to raise their kids. Many of their hearts cry because of how their children live. There's many who've tried to teach their children God's holy ways. What was taught, seems to be lost… In a matter of days. Many parent's pray for their children's lives. Many of their children choosing to live a life of "lies." Scripture says to honor our parents, that our days may be long. But any kind of honor to them…, Many feel doesn't belong! The advice and warnings from parents seem to be ignored. Many of their children say they're "too old fashioned and bored." There's a message for the young people that needs to be clear! You need to honor your parents! One day they shall "disappear!" God gave us the parents we have, whether we accept this or not. We need to think about the things that our parents taught! May we seek to live lives that will bring honor and grace. In our hearts, may we keep our parents in a "special place!" May we share from our hearts, the love our lord has given! May we share his love while our parents are still livin'! The love we can give our parents is a treasure untold! The gift of having parents is more precious than gold! By Jim Pemberton
Hera precious, gorgeous queen of splendor, of mighty Ares,and Enyo,the mother, to thee I write my gratitude and thanks for all thy blessings showered upon my head. Thine is the pomegranate and the diadem, with which you rule all worlds and human lands, with magnanimous mercy and charity. of rainbow colors dressed divine thou art, the sunny smiling matron of the arts, Thou,queen, who favorest the pure of heart.
Somehow, it seems I have been here before... There is an old orchard far up the hill Looking across the golden valley floor the sky is clear, the air is still A latticed arbor, entwined and draped with vine and bloom, is basking in the sun I see her there! A slim, familiar shape... She smiles, and beckons me to come O' my heart!! Are you strong enough to embrace, at last this fulfillment of your wish?! O' my heart!! Are you strong enough to welcome joy so vast as this?! I step on the path I feel knees tremble My world is shaking A sleeping childhood has been awakened Perhaps a dream? Please, wake me not! Recognition! It shines in her eyes! Although I am, a woman now.... and not a child!! Oh God in heaven!! She knows who I am!! *** Above her, I see September geese are winging to their winter home---- All is right, when things return... each one to its proper place * If this be a dream wake me not * * * for I am home ~....................~....................~....................~....................~....................~
When we are with you, we always have fun, You make us feel we're your special ones! If we really need a hug or two, we know that we can always depend on you. Giving hugs is what grandparents do best, And you do it better than all the rest! Everything that my grandma does is something special made with love. She take time to add the extra touch that says, "I love you very much." She fixes hurts with a kiss and smile and tell good stories grandma-style. It's warm and cozy on her lap for secret telling or a nap. At 1 in the afternoon,It is always grandpa's call. he asks"this app.... how to install??" My Grandpa is a wonderful man, Always believed in me, he knew that I can. Wisdom of life, openly shared, Comforted me, when I was scared. Here is a secret, and it is true- Grandma & Grandpa, my hearts belongs to you!
A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus' grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton
My mom was a strong woman, and stubborn too, Yet she had a soft side, between me and you. That side she would show, when you least expected, But let me tell you, she was well respected. Mom was quite unique, and was one of a kind, She was set in her ways, so keep that in mind. The youngest of nine, she had gotten her way, Spoiled by her siblings', almost every day. Right out of high school, she had married my dad, Blessed with three children, plus fifty years they had. They both were hard workers, in all that they did, My dad taught himself, from when he was a kid. My mom was a smoker, for forty-six years, Some day it would happen, she'd face all her fears. Lung cancer she had, and inoperable too, Her time on this earth, would be shortened we knew. Radiation and Chemo, had done their thing, Remission set in, tears of joy it did bring. We would go out at night, to shop and to talk, I knew she enjoyed, getting out for a walk. Two years had gone by, after Thanksgiving Day, Her pain had returned, but was afraid to say. She'd lie on the couch; it was strength she did lack, We knew in our hearts, that the cancer came back. We shared lots of laughter, but many a tear, I tried to assure her, she'd nothing to fear. "Please watch over your dad, this one thing I ask." "I know it will be, quite a difficult task." One morning in March, Hospice called us to say, You may want to come, for she's slipping away. For the night before, mom told me to stay home, "Be there for your kids, you can call me by phone." When we all arrived, for a moment she woke, Her eyes said it all, not a word had she spoke. We stayed by her bedside, just holding her hand, "It's time to let go mom, we all understand". A few days had passed, not ready to let go, For it had been raining, but letting up slow. The sun began shining, the clouds disappeared, Opening the heavens, for mom's time has neared. We gathered together, her forehead we kissed, Whispering so softly, how much she'd be missed. "Your time has arrived mom, just follow the light", She left us so peaceful, she gave up her fight. It was time to drive home, in the car we got, Then something had happened, while leaving the lot. Huge drops of rain falling, it had to be fate. They were tears of joy; she was at heaven's gate.
Missing you is like feelings of thee morning dew. The very first time I glanced at you, something like a widow a woman that husband has died. Wishing we had just a little more time. Wishful thinking believing everything you ever said was true shows how bad I want to be with you. Reminiscing over here dwelling on the past, indicating a desire of admiration I grasp. Adoration and appreciation is what I feel for you, longing suffering missing and enduring the lost just to speak to you. From morning till midnight, sunset to sunrise moving into the afternoon time I'm missing you. Arousing emotional response in motion missing you is my religion. My system of belief, therefor you're an apostle sent by Christ making me a flock of one in your missionary. Leaving me with anxiety and tension I stay missing. Impatient for your fulfillment, missing you is an addiction and psychological dependence. Needing to see you even for a minute, in a recession I remain unchanged retain missing you.
~*~ =============================== sophisticated architect who framed the home of my life's essence eloquent sculptor who casts and molds my ethereal vivacity aesthetic painter who puts the ravishing, superb hues in my flawed existence imperial majesty, owning the aureate diadem of my subsistence's glory " NUMBER 1 " mother, the blood when I'm in thirst and the flesh when I'm hungry. ~*~ ================================================================
I have a confession to tell and I don't know where to start. It is something I have hidden for many years. Something I wouldn't let myself have. I've had many fears about this. Fear you would reject me. Fear of disappointing you, of hurting you in some way. I denied this for so long, it became the norm. I tortured my soul over it, for so many years. I want you both to know how much I love you and I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. You both gave me so much even when we didn't have much. You both did a great job raising me and I think I turned out okay. You taught me good life lessons, a hard work ethic, honesty, and loyalty. Up until now, I have led my life the way I did for fear you would disapprove of me and that would be too much for me to bear. I then realized, I wasn't truly happy. I wasn't being me. During this time, I met someone, who made me very happy. They saw the real me hiding inside and loved me for it. I now know true happiness. I have debated and contemplated in my mind of how to tell you both. It is something I could never imagine doing before. I didn't know how to tell you no matter how much I wanted to. I want you to know that you did nothing wrong. I love you both very much. Please don't think any less of me because of this, but... Mom, Dad, I'm gay.
she's beautiful, with hair dark and deep. i imagine me running my fingers through it. i imagine kissing her cheeks. ive wanted her forever. i need her right now. but she's like a bird nobody can tie her down. i wish i had her with me. so i can tell her these things. and i also wish i could tell my mom, who would be so disapointed in me. i only wish i could come out and scream to the world. "I DON'T CARE I'M IN LOVE WITH A GIRL!" i only wish that my mother could see, that even though i might be gay, i still want her to love me. so tonight ill call her, my lover (if that) and fight with her when she ccalls herself fat. i laugh along with her, and talk about her day. then my mom will burst through the door crying. then i'll tell her, im gay.
MY MOTHER Mother more than just a word; my mother is where my life began. My mother protected me from the world bonding together from the beginning. Safely tucked away I would spend the next nine months listening to her heart beat, gently floating in water. Our blood would mix and nourishment she supplied to me. My world and hers suddenly changed when my birth came about. No matter the pain we both endured, comfort quickly came as I found my way into her arms! Together we would make our way in this world as nothing compares to the love of my mother. We listened to the birds singing, watched the lightning bugs, and talked of things on earth and heaven. My mother taught me love and gentleness'. Early in life I developed a sixth sense. I knew, "I had a guardian angel" and "God was always with me". Growing up was not so easy and I made many mistakes. Many times I did not understand my mother and swore she could not love me. I was looking through the eyes of a child and did not look through hers till aged and wiser! My mother continued to love me forgiving my blunders in life for we bonded early when my heart first began to beat. With the passing of time my mother proud and supportive always tells me of her love for me. At times when I look in the mirror, looking back at me is my mother! I know life as I know one day may end however; my mother and I having shared life from the start will always be bonded in the heart. My mother gave from her heart and soul. Now to you my mother, in your honor; I dedicate and give this poem with all my love from all my heart! Your, Daughter Debbie Dew! July 20, 2011
Once there was a marksman He was in the woods to hunt He met a snipe as he was on his way. Snipe said "don't hunt my kids if you confront them" As they have gone in the forest to play". The marks said, " Alright" He took a few steps and came back He asked the snipe, "But how shall I know they're your kids? Tell me something about what they look like?" Or any other marks on their bodies? Oh, Marksman, they're the most beautiful kids! Nodding not to shoot them, went on his hike When he returned to the same spot Where he has met the snipe He held a string of young snipes Looking at the string holding her own kids The snipe started crying looking at her dead kids. Oh, why didn't you shoot me in my kids' stead? I've shot the ugly I could find instead. The snipe said "Woe to me, don't you know" fool"? Moms think their children the most beautiful". +++++++ June 21, 2014 (Originally posted on 11/23/11) Form : Free Verse Dr. Ram Mehta Second Place Win Contest: Story poem by Carol Eastman
Amor de Madre, mothers love is More and greater than any other love in the world Over everything she will putt you Regardless of what you have done your mother will fight for you till the end Disrespect your mom never you shall Even on the worst of your days Madresitas las amo, mothers all around I love you All moms have a love for their children Delivering a baby is not easy so to all you hard working moms Regardless of how old you are or what raze you are, your children Enthusiastically appreciate the love that you have for us because there is nothing like amor de Madre (mothers love)
I miss the way you would comfort me When I was just a child I miss the way you scolded me When I was young and wild. I miss the days you would tell me That everything would be alright I miss the way you worried for me When I was no longer in your sight. I miss the days we would share together But those days I know I took I miss the days when I did something wrong And you gave me that special look. I miss your love and compassion God's gift He gave to you For no matter what would happen in life You would always pull right through. You kept our family together You were there through thick or thin You would fight the toughest battles And you would always seem to win. I love you Mom with all my heart So, I thought that I would say All these things we've shared together We will share again some day. Roger Horsch
Perhaps you see me it may be your gift to see or merit for hard work or maybe you paid for it with the lashings you endured but surely it is now your inescapable wretched curse as the truth haunts you but you cannot close your eyes like me. It is my fault I am as this to be as false as I am false is my name I cannot love that I have buried it inside and run away because it is too ugly easier to smile and pretend. My grandmother saw it in my blackened soul clever and easy to lie she hurt me made me ashamed and broken to protect the world and even me but her tricks did not work because I have killed too many hearts and poisoned those that survived even my own. I am cold and it is right I have suffered so because I lost my heart and replaced it with a ticking clock that pretends to beat like a happy butterfly and tries to convince me I have feelings that I cannot reach I am a masquerader of abundant hollow emotions that laugh and smile and cry but I never face myself in the dark alone because there is nothing to see without a light my flame has no fuel unless I suck it from another's bloody neck. I do not know myself because I cannot bear to look but I hate myself as much as you hate me and you should because every love I'm given is less for the world I am a black hole I give to get like Hansel and Gretel's keeper I only give love to fatten up my lover and open her precious tender trusting heart so that I can consume it in eventual flames and steal all of their future hope and faith in humanity. And I don't know how to stop and am too afraid to stop myself with the knife I keep hidden but never have the courage to use because I am a dark monster that pretends to be inviting like a pristine beach on a boxing day morning beckoning humanity to my shoreline so I can consume them with my hungry tsunami and leave them writhing in pain with all hope in shambles. Rescuers arrive in love one after another I greet them with open arms as if I am deserving needy blinded behind my veil pretending to myself until it is too late and just as they almost open my heart I swallow them under my next crushing wave.
It always seems it may not always have been to clear Telling mother you're not sure about who you are What you thought she was always expecting to hear Went right into her heart like a knife to reopen a scar And to finally come to see, no one could erase all the lies No matter how I try I feel like a star in the sky after it dies Reminding me life is just a quick sparkle alone in the skies One thing is true, and that I wish is, that I never knew The truth will always remind me of, my Mothers eyes But the truth is here and my heart cries as I look out to the skies And just admitted the truth and dropped this phony disguise Now I will always be alone in the cold lonely darkness of the skies Lost in the black holes of the heavens, hidden behind my Mothers eyes And I can't get away from the things that I still feel and hear The whisper of a sigh and a cry, and the drop of a tear Don't know why I hadn't thought, or known, but now I realize In the overtones of their cries , tears, and all of their sighs I will always remember, I saw it all, with my own Mothers eyes
Grace, she sang as she danced in slow circles her voice of rich gold Held the babe in her arms kissed the wet blossom-lashes and cheeks that glowed of plum and rose With her song of murmured tunes she wove a coat of stories that she wrapped around.
Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what "rules." The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it's principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many "rush" to worship many ungodly forms. As God's name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there's many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and "glorify" their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation "bleeding." It's his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won't you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won't you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It's only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton
I am alive today Because of you. Death has knocked at my door multitudes of times and you've been there to scare it away. There is no one else that means as much to me as you do. You may never read this nor ever know the Honest truth. The peices of me that've been broken you've found a way to peice back together every time. You taught me how to smile, to love and to cry. You have fixed every broken heart every cut and bruise. I love you more than you'll ever know. When the pain is too much for me to explian you were my shoulder to cry on. Whenthe darkness creeps in on me, you are my light that shines it all away. Dear lady of peace you took me from a broken home and abuse, gave me reason to be happy and watched over me through everything. When I had given up and was letting go of my life you were there to keep my heart beating. Deasperatly alone I've felt but you came through with a hand to hold. No one understands me like you. Please know that all the times you've helped me see, that this world isnt as cruel as i think, still sticks with me. As I walk this road with the sun setting I can see you laughter in your eyes. The smile that touches you face. And i am content with life. All I want is for you to feel joy. You may not be blood, but you are more than that. I love you more than you could ever know mom. You will always be my Mom my best friend and the person i trust most.
It was always an ugly robe from the first stitch through every seam of its existence The background color a bold red of cinnamon and cayenne meeting in a frenzy Blue tulips frazzled and frayed as though from an acid trip lingering too long Yellow and green prancing poppies stared from only one eye blackened by an attempt to escape the garish landscape of the robe finished quaintly kimono style I told her when she created it that it was horrid and thank goodness she would not be wearing it in public But my mother had her own sense of comfort and style and who was I to criticize I was just her thirty-something year old child She loved it and made it to please HER Four years later the robe looking slightly worn and fraying lay across the foot of her bed where she lay dying It had warmed her body through cold Midwest winters for too few years Now it warms my body and keeps her near Seventeen years later the poor robe is frazzled ratty and worn The belt disintegrated long ago Replaced by a dark green sash for studied contrast I think she rubbed off on me A hole is melted over the right side cheek where I backed into a wood stove seeking heat Seams are exposed The hem now frayed One sleeve is torn But I am not ready to give up the robe I may never be ready to put it to rest I've found a strange beauty in the twisted tulips and cyclops poppies which cannot be found anywhere else And I swear after all these years her fragrance from four-years worn lingers lovingly once again in my heart
In old photos I see you there holding me so tight loving me and brushing my hair; rocking me through the night. But Mama you left long ago for far above this earth. Your angel wings took you I know to your heavenly rebirth. I miss your loving words that calm; your humble arms around me, your kisses like a soothing balm while that sweet voice would astound me. I know you look down upon me now. I feel your strength and pride. My special angel can show me how to someday cross to the other side. written by Deb Wilson October 16th,2013 for contest "Angel In Your Eyes"
Nine solid months of changes, you carried me While I am in your womb, You take care for me Your shape, I unshaped Your stamina, I weaken With every food you intake, I partake With every emotions, I feel you too With every movement, we both sway With everything, together you and me Mama, That I used calling you Eight to how many hours you labor That I do not specifically know now All I know is that you love me so (Mama, I love you too... ) Together, we go to window shops Guiding me you never ever stop To my heartbreaks, you, ready to mend To my winnings, kudos, you always send I love you my dearest mama! Though I don't tell you this much Evermore to your every touch, I am so deeply attach! By: olive_eloi 12:22pm 02/04/2014
17 March 2010 Father And Son --Mirrored Refrain— --xaBA xbAB xaBA xbAB xaBA xbAB— --Father and Son— Fair thee well, to humbly exist and live for my son If he feels blue, I'll be his clown Everything will be fine and dandy As father knows best Mother having the hand that rocks the cradle Father as pillar of the home As father knows best Everything will be fine and dandy I'll choose clothes that fit him Among the choices to pare down Everything will be fine and dandy As father knows best Accompanying him for his first haircut with the barber And buying for his first pocket comb As father knows best Everything will be fine and dandy Accompany him to every breathtaking rides Share the quiver and embrace to cool down Everything will be fine and dandy As father knows best Learn the ropes and lend an ear For life is epitome of adventuresome As father knows best Everything will be fine and dandy
Antiques are defined by their unique beauty, like grandma's hands. Yes, there old and wrinkled. But those hands can make the best pie and folded together they touch Heaven! Antiques are rare, like grandma. She can still outwork anybody but never brag. She is a walking encyclopedia. She's the most interesting (and opinionated) history teacher there ever was! Antiques have personal emotional connection, like grandma. My first memories as a boy were getting a bath from grandma.. in an old steel tub at a rustic cabin up in the woods of Idaho. Rarely a day passes where she isn't on my mind. She has modeled all the virtues that every religion says we are supposed to be. Antiques have other unique features, like grandma. She lives a simple, authentic life. Grandma was the one that told me, "Progress that improves things, but not people, is a trap!" I was just a boy back then but that statement changed my life. Grandma taught me to chase love and wisdom and don't get hung up on society's fads. Life is in the journey.. It's a pic-nic by the lake, gazing into your lover's eyes for hours, butterfly kissing while slowly memorizing their beautiful face, being there on difficult days to wipe a tear from their eye. And a thousand more things just like it. I love you grandma.. You're in my heart forever! The greatest antique in the world is my grandma! Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan Contest Name: Antiques Date: 4-19-14 Form: Prose
Lying in the grass with my eyes closed, Listening to the nature who sings to me till i fall in sleep, The sun shines on my skin and makes me warm, The wind blows trough my hair it makes me feel free and wanting to sing along, I stand up and dance with the birds singing around me, feeling the grass under my feet so alive, with all this i now know that mothernature lives inside. If we keep hurting her she wont be strong enough to protect us, Show back the beautiful love she shares with us, you will regret if you don't and you lose it someday.
Sad girl rising Let me tell you about this girl I know My cousin, this girl be Her life has been so very sad But how wonderful is she She was a wild child, till she married And had her first born child When she found out that his brain was damaged It really drove her wild. She took the Doctor through the courts Then fought for ten long years To get the money she deserved And she cried so many tears She gained a million pound at last To help her with the lad And yet the damage it was done And it really drove her mad. Her and her hubby cared for he And gave their lives to him It was a twenty four, seven job But at times it got real grim She would do just anything To make his life more sweet But when she got that Parkinson's She was close on to defeat But no, she struggled with the odds And though it's ten years on Never does this girl give up When all her hope seems gone She smiles, and carries on with courage Like I've never seen before She's something kind of wonderful She's a hero, that's for sure. 30 July 2o13 @ 1043hrs.
the 10 months inside my mom, i was happy. when i came out first, i came with a heavy cry. its not for that i born in this world. its for giving heavy untolerable pain for mother. even though she didn't hurt me. she lifted me and kissed me at once with a deep love. she took care of me by losing her all happiness, only for me. she holded my hands and made me to walk, and she taught me to look forward in this world. she laughed when i laughed and, she cried when i cried. she taught me everything, which always helped me to stand in my own feet. the day will come, which will make me to be your mother, and you will be my child. that's the time when you become old. that time i ll give you double love and affection which you gave for me, and i ll take care of you mom. i will make you to feel proud of me. i love you mom.
From a tender age I felt a strain with my mother She labelled me "highly strung" I irritated her! I struggled through life, desperate for her affection The harder I tried to please, the greater the divide. She loved my brothers, I could never understand Saddened, I turned to my father, he was my rock. I chalked it down to not meeting her expectations. Years passed, I ended the struggle with mother I married and was blessed with children of my own. Realising that each child is unique, so different I wondered for years how this could be so...... They were both born from us, the same parents We raised them with the equal values and norms The opposites they are, never ceases to amaze me. I love my children, embrace their individuality. Encourage them to be free, to be just as they are. My children will always be treated as equals Loved unconditionally, I have no expectations Forever proud of these two powers in my world I remain in awe at the achievement of them!
Mother's love is great, For nine months she awaits, For you to be in this world, So that she will hug you and to hold, Many times she suffers, But love you so much so she conquer, Whatever she experience, Always there for you with patience. Happiness is always in her heart, You are the most important part, Caring you is her timeless mission, Her promise to God is her devotion. September 7, 2013 Happy Mother's Day Everyday :) 5th Place Winner For PD's New Poem" Contest
07/31/2012 Written by: Florence McMillian (Flo) Dedicated and written for my friend, Lisa Giessinger, as a special message from her to her mother, Hazel – about a most memorable day they spent together. To My Mother Hazel Thanks for that Memorable Day This poem is specifically Being written just for you I requested it from a friend For she knows just what to do That special day we spent together Is so very memorable for me, I'd say I want it to be memorable for you too With a poem written in a rhyming way We've had our ups and downs in life With probably most of them being down You raised me to know how life can be Not easy to cope, with down things all around Well I've stepped up to a new level To be happy no matter what the hell Of any negative surroundings to be I live thankful that my life is all well That special day started out so bad for me As I was headed for back injections again I was really happy you were taking me there With a comfort feeling knowing we are kin It seemed like the first time in a very long time Where we just enjoyed each other that day You were kind of like that sweet rose One stops to smell along the way In this path I have traveled Through many overgrown weeds It was refreshing and pleasant this time With no discussion of what someone needs We got along together talking and laughing It gave me such a lasting good impression We even ate at Don Julio's afterwards I sure hope you had just as much fun I want you to know how much I appreciate this time we spent together Making this a most memorable day for me To truly cherish for always and forever Now let me tell you, that day did get worse With everyone putting me down everywhere You were the rose amongst the trash talkers It felt good to know my Mom really does care Even if everything dips to the downside Within the journeys of my life I may go through No one could ever take our shared moments away They're in my heart forever and I'll always love you I had the best time with me and my Mom If I told the world, that's what I'd say So I really want to thank you Mom For that most memorable day Love, Lisa Florence McMillian (Flo)
TEARS OF AN IRISH GIRL ( Impression From Grandmother 3x Esther Louise Arbuthnot's Photograph 1876) While the rain is falling gently on the roof it makes the sound of a time that's long forgotten though it seems to hang around I can hear you breathing lightly from an Irish dream I've known it has come to Pennsylvania where you've found me here alone and I can feel you when you cry. So far from home, you wonder why, and it makes me want to die. All the way from County Down there was a dream you had to find you were long ago and far away, but always on my mind, in your photograph your eyes are reaching out perhaps for me, I can feel you when I see you but I never really see, what makes you think you have to cry? You must have known I'd wonder why, it still makes me want to die. Can you hear the raindrops falling? County Down's so far away, or perhaps it's just forgotten, like a dreary Irish day, I can feel it when you're smiling, and I see it in your eyes love is gone before you know it, and it's then I realize, it's made you think you have to cry. And through it all, not wonder why, it still makes me want to die. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
"Lights out," his mother told him tenderly each evening when her bedtime tale was read, and she had knelt to gently kiss his head. What comfort given with such constancy! And sometimes when his room seemed shadowy, he'd call out to her in his childish dread. Then Mama came and words of comfort said, "I'm here for you. You're not in jeopardy." Before he was a man, she passed away - that mother who had given him much love. A loving spouse and dad and grandpa too was he until his light went out one day! His spirit rose to a new light above; He heard his mama's words: "I'm here for you." For Brian Strand's Contest: Whatever You Wish. . . .
WE SEE LILACS TOUCHED WITH DEW, SHIMMERING IN THE MORNING SUN, WE SEE THE FIRST ROBIN, RED BREASTED AND EAGER, EVER A SIGN THAT SPRING HAS COME A GOLDEN SUN SPLASHING IT'S ENDLESS COLORED PAINTINGS ON A CANVAS OF BLUE, WE SEE A MOTHER TEACHING HER CHILDREN TO PRAY, WE HEAR THE LULLABY, THE LAUGHTER, ...AND WE SEE YOU... 5th poem on the soup written 11/9/09
M other we honor her.... O vercomer in trials and tribulations, T ruthful for she keeps her word and her obligations. H elpful to all that needs a helping hand, E verlasting love through time that stands. R ighteousness of Christ, S elfless from start to finish through her life. L ove that is enduring... O nly with her love, she is always reassuring. V isits the lonely whenever she can, E ternally blessed, with Jesus love she stands. Dedicated to my mother who has stayed with our family through thick and thin... Written in May of 2009...This poem was written when she was in the nursing home. On her birthday of June 27th of this year she would have been 83, But is now with the Lord since August 17, 2010.
~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sky's eyebrows white on blue juxtaposed... tears wave to wash away pain on cue" ~~~~~~~~ ~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing
Romancing Distant Moments I am romancing with distant moments Distance, I keep trying to connect by dreaming In a time difference, so hard to get a full time so meant For my child and wife, I longed for reaching God is so kind bestowing us a child As we never thought we could have at least one The passing of time charmed and leave us beguiled But in prayers, answered us by granting us a son We gave him a Christian name Pio Noel Derived from the name of Saint Padre Pio of Pietrelcina And Noel from my name, a kind idea of my wife Cecille A name he will carry as his insignia I listened to their voice over the cell phone Or watched their videos, I took during my last vacation Still longing for more moments of them to be shown To alter depression with deep sign of elation Through messages, I cherish the distant moments As my wife will relay to me my child's notable deeds As I record every details on my diary as my attunement Of his daily childish act finely registered on my head For a picture of table, Pio tells 'it is table' For a picture of chair, Pio tells 'it is sit' My wife will not dare to show him that it is laughable But gave him a nice lecture to improve his wit Whenever he sees his grandfather with fellow friends He will run to them and kiss their hands as a sign of respect An instance, my wife eagerly drew a rabbit using a crayon pen And hardly could be identified as rabbit, but Pio proudly said 'rabbit' in all aspect (My wife kissed him and said 'Pio you are very clever because even though my drawing is hardly could be noticed as rabbit but still you interpreted it very well') At the age of 1 year and 6 months, Pio knows how to save money Upon seeing coins inside my wife's bag, he got this in his hand And pointed into small piggy bank and dropped in the coins so eagerly Dirty clothes out of the basket, he willingly put this back without a command Every time my wife's cell phone will beep or ring Pio immediately bring this to my wife and tell her that father text Pio is fond of watching television and get a chance to lip-sync He enjoyed for someone blowing on his tummy and find his mother to play suplex Upon entering our room, Pio will point to our family picture And loudly will recite 'this is Pio, mother and father' Every distant moments of them, I need to capture While away, I am romancing distant moments sweeter but farther Previously posted in voicesnet.com poetry site Written last October 28, 2009 By: Noel N. Villarosa
Mother's Day Is Special "Love is patient; love is kind. Love is not jealous; is not proud; is not conceited; does not act foolishly; is not selfish; is not easily provoked to anger; keeps no record of wrongs; takes no pleasure in unrighteousness, but rejoices in the truth; love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things." I Corinthians 13:4-7 Mother's Day Is Special— It's a time of remembrance. A time to thank our Mothers With gifts or flowers of fragrance. Our Mothers brought us life on earth And sacrificed so many years. They encouraged us through the tough times, And wiped away our tears. The unselfishness of Mothers, And their kindness without reward, Comes to each one of us, Straight from our Savior and Lord. The love of a Mother God uses to guide each soul. She's our greatest teacher When eternity's her goal. Without a Mother's love, Not a single child would survive. She gives us courage and comfort From the Lord that is derived. A Mother's love is awesome— Such earnestness and deep devotion. To the world an eternal secret— A mystery of creation. Because Mother's Day Is Special, We remember it with love. Thank the good Lord for her beauty, Provided by heaven above. Her endless devotion and unselfishness Endures come what may. Let's make all Mothers feel special With a very Happy Mother's Day! © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com Entered Destroyer~Poet's Competition 13/5/2012 [Mother's Day in Southern Hemisphere]
Whispers in your ear you fear The child with no mother is near As she promotes her soul within To see you lifeless cunning grin The warped faze and constant glaze Undress your body with ever rage As she smells fear from near your maze Your mind at ease is restless peace The clock strikes 12 tic toc heart stopped She warms you up as her baby soft touch Enters your cloned state of mind From the cloned state of time When things where in rhyme Of a perfect loves chime Ticking away the clock strikes 1 The motherless daughter shows you her fun And see where it leads as she shows you who won And see her heart bleed as her mother did once The clock strikes 2 she reloads the gun Points it at you as she smiles you hear the drum Her heart beats loud keeping tune in her womb As the trigger from her lonely motherless gun Come to halt as the clock strikes back towards 1 She sees youuagain as you where back in time Back in time when her mom was around showing prime Back in time when she smiled at others with a crime Back in time as she feels her heart stop in rhyme Tick tock the gun pulled her shock Back to time it did her As the motherless deter Bring your pain Bring your shame For we all are motherless sons For we are all cowards of none The same said for her As the motherless daughter Could fear nothing more Than her shadow on the wall
============================================================== ~*~ " one blood's flowing in veins ... one heart's beating in rhythm - a MOTHERLY LOVE " thirsty? blood is here to quench my thirst hungry? starving? body's here to fill my tummy life is here to sacrifice breath is here even its very last tears fell in melodious harmonic beat laughs jibe in embellishments of lyrical blithe cries mourn in echoing hymn of woe words sounds in profound cyclic tune love flows incessantly ... my queen, owning the golden crown of my life's honor my sculptor who shapes and molds me up my painter who puts the ravishing spectral hues in my flawed life my architect who builds the home of my life's essence my doctor who cures every imperfections, weaknesses and frailties and my number 1 fan ... who's always there to be proud at my BEST . thank you for what you do unconditionally~~ now, when you're at thirst, my blood is here to quench yours when you're at hunger, my flesh is here to fill yours ~~you and I as 1 ... one blood's flowing in veins one heart's beating in rhythm a motherly love that keeps me breathing in life~~~~ "I LOVE YOU MOM" ~*~ ============================================================== *-* JUN-JUN VILLANUEVA *-* "MOTHER" contest by A Rambling Poet
Mother, oh how you keep me at bay. Only you know what to say. The time I spend away from you, Helps me realize I love you too. Everyone says I'll lose you one day. Realizing that's false, in my heart you will forever stay.
Here's to new beginnings, And what this year will bring; A fun filled year of passion, And our baby in the spring; A new life in our arms, Our prospects look so bright; Just thinking of our future, Fills me with delight; I can not wait to hold him, And watch the wonder in his eyes; As each an every second, Fills him with surprise; He is the new beginning, To the life that we've begun; And a happy home in which, We welcome our new son.
you think I got listen to you, you just my kids father, there noting between me and you, it seem the words take you back to court is your favorite words, get this Sheena Shenia Jackson isn't scare of no court system or even you, its just a word that is there, so if you ask me you just things to make women scared im not scare of you like I use to, I have became stronger and wiser, I have the Lord behind me, I believe in him very strong, so if you want to bring me back to court lets do this now, you are just a man that God put on this earth, and I fear no man, no woman and no body, I am a King child forever, by : Sheena Shenia Jackson May 23, 2013
Mother your the first. I was able to feel close, while hearing your warm heart beat. You heard my voice ring loud as soon as I could speak. I saw you then, amazement. Mother you were there. When I found feet under me, bruises, scrapes eased with care. For each test I passed, as I grew over the years. Your guidance I cherished so. Mother here now. You see who I have become. The child you raised has their own. With happy visits. Your spoiling grand kids with love, each adoring you as I. Mother forever. In all the hearts you have touched. In all the thoughts of good times. In all my actions. I do love you so dearly, that you'll always be my guide
A decade in to a new millennium, a woman, nearing a century on Earth, braces herself in a doorway of the house, she has lived in since birth. Her oldest son unfastens his belt, and takes a seat at the end of her table, where her middle son just fixed the legs of the chair; to make sure it was stable. Her youngest son brushes the webs off the wall, and scrubs the stains from the floor. Her only daughter packs up her pictures, and helps her through the door. A decade in to a new millennium, a life, almost a century long, comes flooding back to the thoughts of a woman who feels removed from where she belongs. Her daughter tries to lift her spirits, (from the room in which, she slept as a child) but no one could easily witness their memories, all being sorted, and filed. Her house is dissected, and put in a truck that waits - like a thief - in the drive. -The cumbersome stance; the delicate dance; together, they help one another survive. A decade in to a new millennium, a woman approaches a century - passed. A man in the attic waves from the window - Assuring her: This home will not be her last.
How do you say you love them? They declare they don't need you. Then they ask if their clothes are clean. You fix their lunch, and then they tell you to go away. You give them lunch money so others won't see you've fixed their lunches. You give them the car, yet they won't call to say they've arrived safely. You tell them to pay attention when driving, but learn with the first real scare. They say they can drive, then will wreck the car in the first year of solo driving. They hug their girlfriends, but don't want you around. They need you in troubles, but can't stand you in peace. They go beyond the limits, then sneer at your demands. They need help but won't listen to your advice. They need help but will try to do it all alone. They want to be on their own, but depend on you. They go off alone, but will keep coming back for yet a while. They love you but will never say so. They hate the situation they're in, but aren't ready to leave. They think they're ready for everything, but they're not. They think they're ready to be alone, but the world won't let them be. I love my teen and will worry when he finally leaves. His relief will be tinged with fear. He will always be welcome back home, but may not come. I will miss him and he will miss me, though he will never admit it. He thinks I don't understand how things are today, because I'm old. Technology changes, but the emotions of growing up are always the same. Needing to go forward, but feeling trapped remains the same with each generation. Being held back by time, conventions, laws, and rules never changes. I understand, they're just too young to realize that I do. I do understand, because I'm already standing in the world he wants to enter. You will know they care after they've left home and call home to hear your voice. Someday they may even come home, kiss you, and say thanks. Contest: Coming of Age 2nd place
Okay, tomorrow Father's dayy & i'm sitting here thankingg about all my father's done for me . . Yeaa, he gave me money from time to time, but it wus nuthang compared to what momma gave (: , she gave up her teenage life just to raise me how she wanted me and she worked hard to keep a roof over my head with plenty of food . . if i had a personal problem, momma was first to know and momma knows me better than ANYONE..! Yess, i tell my friend about this & that, but believe it or not ;; my momma gone always know ! If i lost my viginity, momma knows & momma can try to stop me, but most likely imaa listen to myself & go down the wrong road.. my momma keeps my head up and on tha right track . . she's my motivation and righht hand ;; i may act a fool from time to time, but my momma gone ALWAYS be here ! whn friendss walk away and family is no where to be found, momma gone always be right by my side with a shoulder to cry on, a smile to share, and a ear to listenn;; Whenever my inquiring mind wants to know something.. momma knows the answer and its the best one in tha world (: her love is like no other andd she's my EVERYTHING !! she carries her label "Momma" to the fullest and ionn care what NOBODY says, " MY MOMMA IS THE BEST ONE AROUND : D " .! - if you wnna get respected by youur label "Momma OR Daddy"; Yu gotta takee care of your responsibilities (: , momma took care of BOTH sides of responsibilites, so i stand here today as a young adult in the making wishing her a happy father's dayy (: , i love yu mommiee ! *Oan' Happy Fatherss day Gmaa ` Dana Davis` && Happy father's day to all the othr mothers out making thangs happen and working hard for their kidss . . .! "Happy father's to the brave men, the real men, the men that accept their responsibilities and never turned their back on their children, and thank you to the great mothers that embrace the challenges of playing the role of both mother and father for their children when those cowardly men were never there to face their own responsibilities... Happy father's day!" - LexussJonessSaid It Bestt (: -
God above has given us this special gift. A mother who keeps us from going a drift. The sound of her voice can take away our fears. A mother is also the one that hears our tears. She seems to have that gift to calm and heal. A mother really does know how you feel. Sometimes it is hard to hold on to life's rope. A mother teaches you how to cope. She tells you to get on your knees every day. A mother teaches you how to pray. Her words are with us when we are apart. A mother loves with a tender heart. I hold you dear and you have that heavenly touch. I just want you to know I love you very much. Edward J. Ebbs - Mother's Day, 2004
Mothers are the best They are like a test They are very loving They like a flower budding The treat us like a fest.
I think that I shall have a drink and toast to you and all you think 'bout love & hate & art & war & what this life is really for. Giving, taking, making, breaking lonely hearts club band; reaching, preaching, teaching, leaching blood sucking beggars with outstretched hands. I think that I shall have a stink and tell the world before I blink that all is well as well can be So kiss my glass and bow to me. Just below my drunken stem Connected to my brain, my friend You know the one that makes you bumble and people laugh each time you stumble. Down upon your royal spot Licking your wounds with all you've got Until you get right back up again With a head that aches & pounds & spins. And I think that I shall pour another in honor of my departed mother and dad as well who passed away Here's to where they are today. Be they high up in the sky Or somewhere quite unfathomed Beyond our wildest hopes and dreams And the completely unimagined. Where now I reek & no longer speak from too much of this brew where the ice is melting rapidly on folks like me and you. So one last toast before we're ghosts and life was a sweet chardonnay... Here's to those who brought us here And all their love along the way.
Once a marksman was in the woods to hunt He met a snipe as he was on his way Snipe said "don't hunt my kids if you confront As they have gone in the forest to play". "Alright, But how shall I know they're your kids? Tell me something about what they look like?" "Oh, Marksman, they're the most beautiful kids!" Nodding not to shoot them, went on his hike. On return, a string of young snipes he held The snipe crying looking at her kids dead. "Oh, why didn't you shoot me in my kids' stead?" "I've shot the ugly I could find instead." The snipe said "Woe to me, don't you know" fool" Moms think their children the most beautiful". +++ March 12, 2014 Dr.Ram Mehta Form: Sonnet Third Place Win Contest:Hunt for a Sonnet Gems & Seven Stones in the Crown by Debbie Guzzi PS: I had entered this poem on 3/4/14 but I was giving final once over to the poem, I don't know somewhere I clicked and the whole page went blank. So I have reposted it again
This morning bells toll a trumpet sounds but refuses to blare it just doesn't know how to harm what it takes to infect the living trees earth and sound survive sadness out last the past bond brothers and sisters of sky air mud and water as it loses to a force some days... this morning it wins because the vibration knows god and is ONE and though human imperfections sit in the shadows of it's path perfections will and forever will prevail people so arrogant we choose to destroy but how can we concentrate on methods of malcontent when god sits at our breakfast table? urging as father urges child "get up!" "move on!" "stand on two feet!" "breath child!" he tolls the bell as we lay on deaf ears he loosens ties with anger as the path warns and wears thrusting driving this cosmic ship of no loses only tiny arrogant setbacks and he smiles for he knows what we yet have to find... and all is well.
An unbreakable bond is what we share Our love is genuine and rare Beautiful memories of you and I Laughing, smiling and joking Unafraid to be ourselves We are mother and daughter Openly talk about whatever is on our mind We fully trust one another with our deepest thoughts We are best friends How awesome is that?! Never have to pretend We can just be ourselves We love each other unconditionally Occasional attitude Moody ways And those not so good days, Will never change the way we feel Our love is one of a kind We don't always see eye to eye But we communicate to make things right Never stay upset with one another for too long For our love is much too strong Togetherness An undeniable bond You are my daughter and I am your mother Always there for one another Fully supporting and encouraging each other's dreams Uplifting, never discouraging We are each other's biggest fans We are one Kiss and hug each other on a daily basis Show each other love and appreciation I' m an image of you and you're an image of me We are very special to one another Mother and daughter is what we are We Are Each Other's Heartbeat!
Who, then, can be as great as grandmother? I cannot begin to describe how I Admire her and all the things she does. Loving mother of two generations She raised me with as much love as she be- stowed upon my father and his siblings. With a strength more immense than I can know She uprooted herself for a better Life and for greater opportunities For my brother and I. Long hours and Little pay, she works hard to make ends meet. When she is gone, her beaming face will live on in my memory. I'll remember Van Halen singing on the radio And grandma, singing along, telling me All of life's most important secrets. I'll remember her at my track meets, cheering me on, whether I won or lost, loving me just the same either way. I'll always remember her holding my hand, making sure I had someone to lean on. When she is gone, I will remember her singing because in those moments, she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. A person of grace, beauty, and of love. Who, then, can be as great as grandmother?
A perennial stream of my endless love All encompassing motherly tenderness Angelic bundles, gifts from Heavens above Floodgates of unceasing Divine happiness For you, a gentler me, all soft and mellow I basked in the glory of expectant glow Loving you right since you were a tiny cell Till my heart keeps beating to its rhythm well From the time you were just a pink little line A promising seed of life about to sprout Devoted nurturing that you bloom just fine Adored your tiny form and cute baby pout Stretching a bit more each day, more than my best Rejoicing before home turns an empty nest Pulsating with prayers, blessings, warm wishes Until the elements flow out my ashes!! 19/9/2012 for Gail Doyle's 'My Endless Love'
Lift your head and look ahead Theres so much in stall For all who are small Dont be afraid my dear because mummy will always be there I'll cuddle you all night When you cant handle the fight Till you fall asleep and you no longer feel weak The way your blonde hair glistens in the dark I lie here and feel the beating of your heart Your fragile skin and determination gives me a new spark of life in the middle of the night I suddenly feel a new strength within to continue to be the best mum in all of creation
I promised I'd always love you from the day I gave you birth. I promise I will love you more Than anything on Earth. I promise I will be there Every morning when you wake. I promise the love I give to you I'll never, ever take. You are my life... You are my joy You're everything to me. I promise I will do my best and someday I hope you'll see. How God had finally answered my prayers By blessing me with you. I'll always be there 'til the day I die 'cause my love for you is true.
Good morning, sweet angel. I hope your dreams were sweet. We have a busy day today, Lots of new friends to meet. Good morning, sweet angel. Open those pretty eyes. Your smile is as sweet As ten million apple pies. Good morning, sweet angel. The birds are startting to cheep. It's time to wake up now, And stop counting sheep.
So many times, I see your door locked. I hear you singing a song of love. I know,Mama...you are grieving. I wish I could pick all the stars in heaven, Put the flower in your hair.... then braid them to make you prettier. I wanna buy you a diamond ring. If you'll allow me,I will travel far. To search for a man your heart deeply desires. I will tell the wind to guide you when I'm gone. And the moon shines above you in the night. May the sun keeps you warmth in your coldest life. I will tell the birds to sing in the sky. And I assure you of happiness, I long to see in your face. Mama...it's been twelve years now. Too many years have passed, I hope you let the memories cast. You deserve to be happy, Too many times you'd drowned in mud. Patiently, I know you kept your mouth shut. But deep inside those eyes.... I can see the darkness behind. Why Mama?Why do you have to suffer that much? Is it because you love us, You can sacrifice living in hell. You don't deserve it! This is insane! I've grown up now, Mom... Look at the daughter you'd once cradled. It's a high time to again pick up the pieces. Mama...it's not yet too late. Stand up! I'll take your hand in a bliss. I'll send you someone to wipe away those tears. Look at the man patiently waiting, He is not the same guy who brought you pain. And one thing I want you to remember... Mama...you are loved.... From the day that I came. Username: Aiyah_025 *Romantic
One ingredient of the artists is woman That is why they love their mothers I love to become an artist So I will love my mother She is the precious ingredient of my life Not less than the love that speaks out itself She is my womb when I was alone She is my hug when I am in tears Now I am old still I love her I love her, I love her, I love her So much... I need to be old for me to get young I realized that in my younger days I don't give a damn to loving her But requested many things as if I don't care I love my mother, please forgive me! I love you so much Never and never will you leave me? I am indeed wanted to become an artist But the real artist is my mother Never surrendered to hardship I will stop not to end Remember I wanted to become an artist And you are my ingredient! Neldy Jolo WM-KL 5:43PM 28 March 2012
The wedding bells were in full swing, ringing The choir in the church was melodiously singing The groom saw the bride entering with a smile It took his heartbeat, breath away for a while He couldn't wait to make her his wife He'd imagined with her, his entire life But before he could face her, came in her brother He asked in an angry tone "How much do you love her?" "As much as the sky spreads" he answered, it was true "Okay then you can marry her" the brother said, "that's cool" The bride was now a step ahead, the groom's heartbeat fast Before he could see her properly, came before him a task The mother it was this time, asking him to propose "Very romantic it should be, else, I'll oppose" The groom sat on his knees and said "I love you sweetheart" "I cannot live even for a sec, even with the thought that we part" The mother was satisfied, the bride came further With her next step, the groom faced her father "You can marry her only on one condition Give her everything she wishes for, you love should have no limitation" "Sure" the groom said, and his bride was now before him But before the priest could start, a lady entered in "Stop this marriage! I still love you" she said loudly "Tell me you still love me, don't marry, and say it proudly" The bride was surprised, her eyes filled with tears and worry Just then the lady said, "Oops the wrong marriage, I'm sorry!" The couple was now happy and they finally got their ceremony right The groom's face was lit up and the bride's was bright Just then someone called the groom, "Get up son! It's your wedding today!" It was then that he realized, it was a dream! But he was sure today was the best day of his life!! --- written on 23rd Sep 2012 Written for the contest
It comes and goes in bits of flow, yet where it goes I do not know. The in between is hard to take. I pause and think, for goodness sake. Someone so nice beside my bed, a hand, a touch to my white head. She smiles for me each time I wake. I pause and think for goodness sake. Then through the veil my love returns. It pains me so you voice concerns. Your eyes so sad my voice soon breaks. I pause and think for goodness sake. Then off she goes her tears well hid. Soon back again if I should bid. I love you mom, her voice will shake. I pause and think for goodness sake. In honor of my wife for the attention she gave her mom those last few months. © May 2011 - - Iambic tetrameter- -cgh
The First Gift There's news for the young and news for the old, And news for a world lonely and cold, And down through the ages this story's been told How Love was revealed to all. Into the world that was full of strife God told Mary that she would give life To a boy-child, and become Joseph's wife And not to be afraid, at all. In order to keep the law of the land, They traveled in winter over hills, rocks and sand. To Bethlehem they went, hand in hand But there were no rooms for them all. The inn keeper said, 'I've no rooms inside But out here there's a stable; around the side, So in you all come, it's dry and wide. They all trooped inside, one and all. The donkey and ox shared their bed in the straw. Joseph spread their blankets over the floor He put hay in the manger, and then saw Mary give birth in the stall. He went to her side and beheld the sight. In wonder he helped her through the long winter night. They placed the babe snug and tight In the manger; He slept through it all. The first to hear were watchers of sheep Wrapped up in their robes, their watch to keep, Staying awake, they did not sleep, Until the sun appeared over all. While they sat in the fields all through that night, The light from a bright star gave them a fright, Until the messenger came within sight, And pointed the way to the stall. This brightest star shone across every nation; It showed the way on this special occasion, For three wise of men, who with elation, Followed this star to the stall. First shepherds, then kings entered the door Of the humble stable, where Jesus they saw, Among lowing cattle, in a bed of straw; God's brightest star; born for all. Each offered their gifts to the one who would give His life, so we might know how to live. When we do wrong, with love He'll forgive, So we can forgive one and all. At Christmas time, like that first gift from heaven, There's love received with each gift that is given, Wrapped in fine paper and sparkling ribbon, To remind us God's love, shines for all. The words set to rhyme and rearranged, This story throughout time, unchanged. Just as God's love has never changed, It is here and now for all. written by Wordancer
I'm sure that home to many has a different meaning. It depends what kind of life they've been receiving. There are those with memories of hurt and pain. Some may not want to mention their families name. Others have childhood memories they are fond of. They may have a family that they're proud of! I think that in many cases, home is not what people see. It has a lot of importance. Both to you and me! What home means to me is to have our family together. And ask the Lord to bless it, with his love forever! God gave me a wife and children to take care of. May I not do things that I'd be ashamed of! I invite YOU Jesus, to be the head of our home! May we come together as a family, around your throne! May our family serve one another as we should. May the truths of God's word be applied and understood! May the Lord help us to get along, with our imperfections. May God's word be our "road map," for needed direction! There's no perfect home. Believe me! I know it! When it comes to family time… We all need to show it! Unless the lord builds the home… They labor in vain that build it! Let's seek God's blessing! So his love can completely fill it! Please come Jesus! And fill our home today! May our home be honored by what we do and say! By Jim Pemberton
Twist and turn I do as mine thoughts burst in hope ! Yes, 'round and 'round I turn, yes spinning with joy, believing, yes I, that Jehovah, our God, will send His beloved Son.. Jesus Christ, to open the earth beneath mine feet* and return to me thine glow ! *John 6:37-40
Doubled up, Hunched and hollowed; Concealed, sitting in this musty closet. Clutching memories to my chest and Spreading out the others across this Dusty darkened floor. So dim, like these remembrances... Straining to see through tears and years. Some deeper wounds don't fade with time, Like yours, sweet long gone child of mine. Advised against this self infliction, I cannot stay away from my secret addiction. Infused with your smells and special things, I force myself to keep you here with me. Inside my heart and this compartment. Watching you grow in my imagination: older, taller. Exquisite bittersweet daydreams Of you still here and needing me. So, gently back into the box my treasure; Rest for now…time is not measured. Soon I'll return and once again Hold your glossy framed grin Against my broken heart.
The soul of the crab Oh how she hides behind that shell Lets no one see her feelings She's practical in everything But those feelings have her reeling She's sensitive, and hurt easy And her moods they be so many And yet she has not one bad bone Malice, she has not any. She be the one for queen and country Digs into history She's always loyal to her kin She loves her family She'll protect them with her life Don't no one touch her man!!! She has a brilliant memory And she'll get you when she can. Her mother, she loves very much But her children more than that Wherever there be family That's where she would be at And how she loves to entertain And cook delicious food And always she will be a mother In her heart will be her brood 9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.
As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being "disintegrated." Many are being driven by sin's temptation force… It's no wonder much of this country is way "off course." The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a "spiritual separation." Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a "thing of the past." Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He's the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It's only God that can meet all of our needs! He's our provider… The great: "I am!" Won't you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God's holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; "Lord please forgive our sins!" Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton
Buried secrets…pulled out of dank soil and shoved into the light Unjustified accusations, exhausting and expensive to fight Tainted and tattered relationships flutter in and endless wind Impossible to undo or explain, especially to a young mind, closed within Wistful memories of easy smiles and open affection Innocence gone; hatred coaxed by lies and deception Love too strong and proud to let go, perceived as little more than a show Lost for words as his disrespect slowly smolders and grows Lingering awkward anger, followed by confusion and sighs Each hateful word and hostile look, thrown like daggers from eyes I don't recognize Torn between a mother's hope and helpless frustration He is resolute; seeing only black and white…allowing no gray in this situation I have given up explaining, reasoning, and rationale that falls on deaf ears My heart breaking with each failed attempt; desperately fighting back tears Gone forever is the boy I knew only months ago Oblivious to my intent and resolute to his own; my heart tells me to say no, …But I will let him go
People were Many things. Strange or not People were Different and Odd and fun. People were Monsters but… That's not all People were And still are Strange and odd. People are People. For life is life. Yet not. Not is lies. Truth seeps from Every mouth Lies, lies, lies Move, move, move But somehow Lies prevail. Lies are life. Lies are death. Lies are homes. Lies are pain. Lies are truth. Yet somehow. Truth prevails. Truth is life. Truth is death. Truth is home. Truth is pain. Truth is lie. Truth is that. Lies will die. Lies will cease. Nevermore. Truth will live. Truth will be. Forever.
The time has come to step aside. It's been a very lovely ride. I trained my darling daughter well. It's she who rings the dinner bell on holidays and lets me rest. She aces each and every test. Proving herself every bit as able as I to set Thanksgiving table, she feeds her twenty-two hungry guests without a sign of being stressed. So I feel needed, I surmise, she allowed me to make the pies. She never loses her sweet smile. For each grandchild she stops awhile to hug, to listen and to praise as I did in the olden days. Daughter, mother and grandmother, she's as good at one role as the other. The day will come I know it's true when she will give soup ladle to her own sweet daughter next in line. She'll step aside this child of mine, to sit and rest and watch her daughter do as her loving mother taught her. I watch her now with love and pride this woman whom I helped to guide to the super mother she became. Her daughters now are in the game. They're teaching the new generation to be the next great mom sensation. And so it has been through the years, moms giving love and shedding tears, each passing on her mothering lore learned from mothers who came before.
I was so blessed to be the mother of three, in less than four years from oldest to last. The love I felt for them was fierce and protective, my only regret that they grew up too fast. When they were little, I thought that forever they would be mine to love and to hold. I viewed them as treasures and wouldn't have traded for diamonds or rubies or mountains of gold. As they grew older, I knew I must loosen the ties that had bound them to my very soul. They needed to grow and to find their own persons. Each one had the right to set his or her goal. If there were troubles, I do not remember. In memory those years brought me nothing but joy. If I could go back now to when they were children, I'd go in a flash to my two girls and my boy. But I couldn't be prouder of the children I raised and the parents in kind they have turned out to be. They have given me grandchildren to love and to hold just as I did once with my own precious three. My son died too early and I was heart- broken but the love that we had for each other sustains. The love and the pride that I had while I had him is worth all the sorrow and relieves the pain. Somehow my daughters have turned things around. They act more the parents and I am their child. They worry and fuss and spoil me completely. I know I'm a mother on whom fate has smiled. Won no. 4
A sword of ice stabbed my chest My nails blackened, my nose bled. They're chasing me, wanting to devour my wholeness. Until a gentle arm pulled me up. Mama! Then I felt heaven. Her face, her eyes, her smile, her breath. Everything of her is a therapy— Fragrance of roses, soothing massage, beautiful music. Mama, let me hug you so tight so that the coldness wouldn't come back. Mama, let me kiss you so that heavens would stay. Mama, hear my wounded heart saying I love you. Mama, I love you more than very much. (An entrant into a Regional Press Conference back in college days. Adjudged 2nd Place.)
no greater love can ever live nothing can equal what i give no single act of love is the reason why many were the sacrifices i gave I by no means ephemeral the tears i have cried my youth and beauty i had to give up the fun the parties that kind of stuff each day i suffered a little while all for the sake of a healthy child they call it labor when a child is born for something that really goes on and on there is nothing in this world that i wouldn't do to guard your safety and care for you to raise up a child in they way they should go i begged Heavenly Father the things i should know for the day that was coming the day that you'd go and there are so many things that you do not know they call it labor and indeed it is but what you don't know is i'm in labor everyday you live and though you live in a separate house my spirit will live there also like a little mouse and though you may live far away the ghost of me hovers you everyday
A - A love so unconditional M - Many sometimes question but O - Only a mother knows the power, T - The connection of loving H - Her children without reservation E - Even when she is heartbroken R - Rarely will she show her worries 'S - She'll smile and say everything is fine L - Listening to our fears O - Only to be the strength we sometimes lack V - Very aware that her willpower is only made possible when she E - Earnestly seek her Master's face ©060520121910 *Dedicated to all the gems out there, know that you are treasured beyond words*
She's lying there down in the grass With dad beside here, years now past. Well below the noise and bustle And leaves that fall from trees that rustle…Soft And sweetly she went about Day by day and left no doubt. As to whom she was and how she lived With all her love but for to give. To myself and others she met and cared For everyone she taught to share. Everything We have inside from laughter-smiles To tear-filled eyes. From the sunrise golden to the darkest nights She could always see An Eternal Light. That shined upon her each step she took And gave her strength and changed her looks. More angelic as time rolled on Until it ceased and she was gone. Yet I still see her face and eyes As clear as I see clear blue skies. And will until I find her once more Standing near that open door. That will lead us to another story Of Eternal Light and lasting glory.
Softly the Hand of a Mother Softly the hand of a mother touches with a smoothness deep Love, pure love like no other dark clouds make me weep Wetness washes my face her grace sets life aglow No time, no other place will replace the her I know Soft sails on a crystal lake sunny morns dancing in time Beauty none can ever fake melody within a perfect rhyme Softly her shadow stays me words , memories give joy Losing her soon slays me yet again her lost little boy...... Robert J. Lindley, 11-06-2014 Note: Recently mother was thought to be passing on but pulled thru. She is as tough as nails. Yet as soft as silk. A strange ability, unique quality but mothers the world over seem to share that. My first submitted write since my break. Composed tonight and I hope it inspires others to appreciate the love that mothers give so very unselfishly..
Ringlet curls Cabbage patch wrists Dependent on me Everyday a new twist Making and breaking Toys, games and knick-knacks Mommy's little speed racers Mile long smile's, are all I can crack Yeah, frustration settles From time to time Then I behold their faces And think "wow, those are mine" I try to think back Before mommy-hood On a straight road to nowhere Parties, cigs, all no good I went to see Doc. He said "hey, Randa guess what… …no more parties for you… …at least not for 9 months" Shock sunk in "I'm a mommy-to-be" A whole pack of cigs in the trash, For the baby growing in me Now I'm a mommy of 2 One 10 months and one on year 3 And to tell you the truth I wouldn't change one thing They straightened me up hair to toe No other could understand How I thank them so My hero's un-planned Copyright © Miranda Lambert Written: 6/21/2011 For "My Children" Contest
I find myself not , eating, thinking, and sleeping Sometimes , not doing things right in my life The many obstacles , Im going threw Just to reach one goal The many blocks, I walk Day or Night Sometimes confuse on time Wishing it was a dream The moment , I heard You went to sleep All, I keep saying is Who , understood me like you For the many reasons I love you I appreciated everything, you did From the braveness, you gave my soul The gentleness, in your words For each teardrop, you wiped off my face Now, my teardrops seem to reach the ground While , I look in (Heaven) Praying your looking down Showering this fear off my skin Feel my feet They're so weak But , for you I get on my knees Singing and crying, to God That my angel is you So , I can whisper in your ear Mama, make me brave Brave like you June 8th 2012
Many Christmas stories are told every year, and many songs are sung with pure cheer; do I have a good story, at least one, I can tell, or a simple song I can hum and spread good will? When Lisa's grandmother passed away unexpectedly... by her dying bed she kept an ivory music box, and to her lovely granddaughter she gave it to saying," Take care of it, and smile when you think of me!" The day after granny died, she went down the dark cellar to hide the ivory music box in an old dresser's drawer, and once in a while she would open it and play it and listen to it sadly; the pretty angel swirled...and Silent Night played as Lisa touched it tenderly. It was almost Christmas Day and the pine tree wasn't decorated yet, she rushed outside carrying a red basket with ornaments in it; how could she had forgotten to adorn it with bulbs and garlands? " Oh gosh, I feel like the Grinch!" she displeasingly uttered to herself. There was no snow predicted for that evening and the illuminated town was lacking Nature's magical snowflakes to make it festive and vibrant; five minutes to midnight the choir from the nearest church gathered outside, and waited for a miracle...silence...tranquility...every heart felt so alone. But Lisa with an indomitable spirit ordered them to sing, and they began singing looking up the clearest, starriest sky; everyone seemed sad and some of them wanted to cry, but before sadness set in...snowflakes began falling. Lisa knew that it was the miracle she had been waiting for, but something was missing from the snowy scenery... she remembered her ivory music box she had put away, and running, with awe in her bright eyes, she opened the cellar's door... Clutched in her caring, careful hands, she carried the ivory music box, laid it gently underneath the twinkling, scented Christmas Tree; Lisa kissed it tenderly...until the golden angel started to swirl at midnight, as that divine music filled the nippy air...making all cheeks so peachy. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
"when I left her side she said something, nothing of great importance, I did not know those were her last words..." It's been three years since you have spoken to me, Your voice I hear in my head, is now only a memory, Lying in bed so still and quiet, your chest slowly rises and falls, I sit in silence and listen to your world, all the noises in the halls. You once walked the halls so proud and well dressed, Loving life, enjoying people and feeling so blessed. How can a disease rob you of your heart and soul, I look in your eyes, are you in there, its taken such a toll. I visit you often to sit and talk endlessly about nothing, I wonder if you still enjoy music, oh, how you could sing. The nursing home now does not seem like such a cruel place, You have lost everything in this world, all but your body space. I hug your tiny frame so frail, seems like I may break a bone, The nurses come and go, calling you Junebug, I don't condone, Your name is June and you'd be unwilling to develop a bond, But now you lie there with arms straight, unable to respond. You guided me in life and loved me well and so strong, But your spirit time with me, loving me was not long. How would I know the last words were really your last, You know nothing now, not me or anything from your past. I want to ask you about your pies, or how to make a curtain, You could answer almost anything, or so it seemed I'm certain. Having a coffee at night when Dad was in bed, we'd just sit and talk, Oh, I miss you so very much, your mind I wish I could unlock. Although I hate to see you fade and lose that last spark in your eye, I know that I'll see you again one day, when it is my time to die. This disease means losing you twice but that I can endure, For now I know you are at peace in heaven, for that I am sure. Written by Lee Ramage August 27, 2011 Constance LaFrance Contest "Mother" *Placed First*
A mother's love: is a warm embrace. It is bed-time stories, and pancakes for breakfast. A mother's love: is kissing a boo-boo, making the hurt all better, with a cookie and a hug. A mother's love: encourages what is good, discourages what is bad, and always forgives. A mother's love: is unconditional, unforgettable, neverending. A mother's love: is all encompassing. It's a cozy snuggle, on a cold winter's day. 2/19/2013 Kim Merryman Entered in Leonora's "Write me a poem (picture)" contest
to cherish one moment is to hold something so dear in your heart a golden treasure like in life it lives with you the angel whom i cherish is my mother who in every day she believes in me no matter, what wrongs i do this angel lives with me all of my life in the heart my mother
~~ I am really missing you today Mommy, I am melancholy, So I took the bus for that long, long journey; It took me most of the day to get to the cemetery, All the headstones were buried in the white. But I knew the path to you. I trudged in the knee deep snow to that place of tears, The wind blowing wispy filigree snow in my face; And I fell to my knees in front of your tomb, your grave, I placed a blood red rose in the white snow. And I wept for what I have lost. Long I stayed there with my tears frozen on my cheek, And my raven hair lost in the north winds; Then I got up and I knew that my quest had no purpose, For you are not in this cold place of tombs. You are safe in my heart forever. " And I will treasure your arms last embrace, until this heart stops beating . . . . " __________________________ March 15, 2014 Verse Entered into the contest, Poems for Mommy, sponsor Leonora Galinta 1st Place
My parents taught me the Christian ways. I was taught to obey what the Bible says. I was proud of my parents! I really was! And loved them so much… Just because! They meant everything to me! I was proud! Until one day... There appeared "a dark cloud." It was like a "darkness" hovered above. Leaving their marriage empty of needed love! Though they were together many years. There were many cracks that soon appeared. I say a once happy home soon destroyed. Being with one another…. They no longer enjoyed! How could this happen! I had wondered… To see a happy marriage "totally plundered As sin crept in... And allowed to prevail. Very soon this marriage simply failed. May this be a warning for me and you… That our commitment remains faithful and true! If your marriage is heading toward separation… Please seek God for a healing and restoration! If your planning to have a divorce.. Jesus' love can put it on the right course! He can replace the brokenness and hurt within.. And can put your lives back together AGAIN! By Jim Pemberton
Asleep on her bed as if having a dream, His mother passed on so peaceful and serene. Her spirit she'd share with a white dove that took flight, And then on her son's shoulder it was soon to alight. The dove then flew to a tree where leaves drifted down Settling right on top of her son's bereaved crown. When he looked at the leaves, two were normally formed, But the third one he found to be slightly deformed. It was shaped like a heart for him to keep. Choking back tears he tried not to weep. For he knew then his mother had sent the sweet dove To tell him good-bye and to send him her love. *For Deborah Guzzi's Contest Animals Speak
Our qualms doth not live aloft our dreams to confer Upon heavenly horizons where every soul shall dwell Twas meant to turneth thy sight away from a lovers stare Should sunshine always show, should seas forever break swell Thou and thou maketh one long vow bound before holy eyes As fate end lives to lure in new casts God maketh so endears Why hath ye been sojourned in secrecy of where thine truest treasure lies When in that divine next place, you will sigh at thine sight of no fears Mustn't time only tell tales lived on by unvanquished surrenderers Sailing cordially lost with us, addled no more but paddled on pent in pain Or herein reap rewards wrought upon death's frozen oar bearers Shores to shores, we promised ourselves cradles to returneth once again Thus as adventure unfolds amongst ocean graves hushed we see Where perpetual peace reigneth forever we are at last in love at sea
+ <3 + <3 + <3 + <3 + <3 + <3 Your mother from the beginning, Your Father created her to be, The most beautiful Rose in the Garden, Chosen for You, and for me. Her Conception was Immaculate, No sin her soul would know, A holy place prepared for You, Within her womb to grow. So, when the angel appeared to her, Mary's heart had to believe, That this child of whom he spoke, The Son of God, she would conceive. Mary's faith in God was strong, She knew she had been blessed, To behold His Love inside her womb, Her answer must be 'yes'. For nine months she carried You, Faced many trials and snares, With her gentle husband, Joseph, Attending to all of her cares. So, on that glorious night, In a humble manger she gave birth, Mary and Joseph wept with joy, For God's Love had come to earth! + <3 + <3 + <3 + <3 + <3 + <3 3/25/11 Feast of the Annunciation
Dancing with Angels I love you mom Dancing With Angels By Travis Campbell When the Angels asked you to dance I hope you had the chance To do in life this time All you had in mind How I long to hear your voice But now I have no choice I share your joy and love As you watch from above I hope my deeds reflect What I know you would expect Give help to those in need Be mindful of those with greed I'll love you until the end As well will all your friends Whenever I see a shooting star I'll always know that you're not far This I say with great respect, So the whole world will never forget As the wind gently rustles the fresh fallen leaves So have you permeated the essence of my soul
My Daughter's Love A warm smile on a perfectly shaped face Eyes wide like the sky - only they make me feel I can fly! Hands so gentle – they put at peace my mental Their warm embrace is soft and smooth like lace. They debate like loud crashing waves in a lake With ever forgiving voices – that make my heart think twice Before and after making all choices. My girls give their love with meticulous precision This helps guide me in making unselfish decisions. To me – living means giving to them my all For without them, my peace, my love, my life Mean nothing at all… For my daughters Alaya & Saen - I LOVE YOU! Mom
A Mother's Love For Her Child Is Unconditional The love a mother for her child doesn't measure To the glorious life in your arms you shelter Being held in mama's loving caress Soft touches and kisses Lay upon her brow Nothing can compare to her laughter And wonderful feeling of love you share Never loose those moments With God's grace and never His absence My want for you is the love of your child, you hold so dear 12/30/2014 By: Eve Roper
DONE The Apple PASTURE Oh how I long To drift into the apple pasture. Were once was and all well meet. A pure and dear site. Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars. Oh how I long To drift into the apple pasture Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow. Jay
In the vines by the rear door She built her nest Sat on her little blue green eggs With all her mother care Warmed by her maternal heat Garage doors opened with a clatter Snowbirds unloading winter stuff Frightened, she left the eggs unattended She gradually tolerated humans Walking barely three feet away Her head, beak, peeking out Keeping a watchful eye Then the blessed event Four little squirrelly feather bundles I even helped supply worms Although she never acknowledged This act of inter specie kindness Gentle nudge to the nest The babies instinctively stretched Their scruffy scrawny necks Upwards to be the first to lunch Gawky youngsters All yellow mouths and bills Stretched wide for supper Then they were gone! I'm left with an empty nest syndrome.
Letters You left me a baby barely out of my crib; Weakened without you, now stronger at last; Black hole in mum's chest, Adam took his rib; It's too late now, the iron has rust; And to you Mother, my greatest woman on Earth; In youth and all ambition you put your plans to yield; I am a man now, still and always your son from birth; I will always remember my promise to build; To my love, my lily, my beauty, I see you; Couple with me, let the cycle start again; Through our youth and middle age I will love you; So in death we shall feel no pain; My whole life in a note but more; With the three souls that made my core.
Each drop that lay congealing.Hardened pools of hearts blood feeling.Stacked higher to a ceiling which is seemingly without end or sight of this sorrow swelling.I can't stop or staunch the sound of silence so keenly suicidal.Tapestries hung from the seething keening.See this warp and weft of weeping.Broken languidly so looming of a thread cut selfishly assuming.She took Her Life.The selfless one S he gave to Me,when the Daughter that I am to Her,She who bore and gave to Me.The very same,exactly like in every way,each drop by drop . Lifes very blood I hold in keeping a Thrumming of My Mothers Weeping.Oh Mother Wherefore Art Thou?Dost Thou Hear Thy Childs Lament?In One Fell Strroke You Wasted Time.Every Moment That We Would Spend.The Only Thing of Worth To Me I See In Faded Things.Her Pictures are Like Memories That God Will Never Bring.As Answers Heard on Dead Deaf Ears, a Cacophony of Screams ,are all I ever Hear.Sorrowed Horrors That I Bear, Tolling Woe and Days of This Despair.My Mother Bequeathed to Me the Day She Thought To Teach Me the Only Answer That I Contemplate When I Feel That Lifes Unfair.I Think This Day I'll Take This Gift She Gave To Me When I Was Born.Born Up On My Cold Dead Hands and Show The Way She Truly Taught Me Truly How To Care. A Mothers Gift Of Suicide James Patrick Kail Tuesday November 6th 2012
Already tiny kittens interprets love Mother's voice purr-fect bond For Leonora Galinta's contest, "Write Me A Poem...Picture Prompt ( cat and her kittens)
Golden, Full Moon Shone On All The Harvest, That's Grown Welcome In Our Home
Me... I was standing on that stranded Island...... alone........ Looking back..... into my Life... the past...... I felt.... I was not alone in those..... I was surrounded with my friends, relatives and all... But here in the end.... I became alone...... For ever.... I felt like I was a romantic poet those days..... I looked into the mirror of time..... The past... I knew that I was a poet..... An artist..... A performer...... More than all, I was a clown to all..... I went back to to the time along with my memories.... There I saw her..... She was with me...... She was Crying, Laughing, Teasing me..... I felt....... I was in her lap..... for decades or more.... But today even she left me....... and I am alone...... Again I went back along with my memories...... There I saw my mother...... I was with her ..... for more than several years..... Now, I feel........ My mother was better any way... But I missed her..... All I know is I left all my fellow beings only for my love...... But today even she left me....... and I am alone......
She pours the beans in the most graceful way Makes one think she has a way with the coffee beans. There is triumph in the way she stirs. The clinking of her spoon to the glass is music Therapeutic to my feeble core. No one does it better, I know. The aroma, lacking her, is unappealing. The sugar is unsweet if her hands not serving it. That coffee in a bucks claiming to be a star Is nothing to my world. The warmth of mother's coffee is like her hands touching my soul Yearning for a sip or a brew or a talk. And the taste she knows not what my tongue desires But by my heart in its brimming gratitude.
As A Parent, I Want My Kids to Serve God! As a parent, I'm trying the best that I can…. Though there are things that I don't understand! I remember my parents teaching me right and wrong. And taught that God's laws certainly belong! I've tried to share these values with my kids too… The choices they've made, and the things they do! When situations in life, seem to have changed… I know that my heavenly father remains the same! I think about what in life, to my kids, I have given… And pray they'll serve God all the days they're livin'! Even though I've failed and stumbled along the way… I hope I've taught my kids how important it is to pray! This family that God gave to me, has grown over a period of time. I'm thankful for the opportunity to call them "mine." I pray they'll seek God's guidance! Wherever they go! May the word of God strengthen and nourish their soul! And as my kids get older, and they move out on their own… May they seek God's love and protection over their home! I pray that my children will give God their very best! May they serve him daily! And let him take care of the rest! I'm trying my best, as a parent, to trust Jesus and believe! His goodness, in our lives, is what we need to achieve! By Jim Pemberton
My Mother Was Love My mother was love Her love spoke soft and gentle with words Loud and fierce with her heart We knew her grace and patience As a mother, daughter, sister, wife and friend She loved the parents who crossed an ocean To make a better life She loved her brothers and sister Who kept her young in laughter She loved her children Who she didn't always understand But still accepted and embraced She loved her husband Who took care of her And she, him until he left this life She loved her friends She loved bingo, even though she seldom won She loved doing puzzles, reading and rummy She loved to sing Whether standards, or The Beatles Singing moved her, and we smiled When she lifted her voice And our spirits, in song She was glamorous and beautiful as a movie star Yet wasn't above making funny faces She bore emotional and physical pain With dignity and quiet courage There is a picture of a waterfall With a quotation from Corinthians That hangs in the room I slept in last night That says what I've been trying to say here: "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast It is not proud" So I say My Mother Was Love November 1, 2009
She saved herself from pick up lines though she looked vulnerable She's sooo lovable her heart definition could ruin my poetic abilities You cannot put a price on her she's not billable If only her lips where adjustable my soft poetry would define her inabilities and weaknesses for the mute to scream happily ever after She's untouchable i O you an explanation Her tears tattoo broken spirits uploaded on instagram She's no twitter baby though followers invite themselves its unbelievable I could throw nice verses in our conversation but i'm afraid i'm love blind I'll tell you more about her if you ask me....ask me nice
While preparing for the yard sale…there it was… Just as tiny as I cautiously recalled It is your hospital bracelet… Amongst the many papers sprawled Momentarily, I remembered seeing your tiny toes…tiny nose… I pictured your precious little face… I recalled how much your angelic demeanor and innocent charm led my thoughts to race I often think about you still today I wonder what lied ahead What had become of your precious little self… Did you have children and wed? Forever doubting but knowing I had made the right decision Fully certain still today With selfless, caring precision I wonder if you ever thought of me… Wondered what I was like I wondered if you knew how much you meant to me… Or were you purely full of spite? Soon, I am leaving this world… And as for me, you will never know You will not know my true unselfishness… Since I have no more candles left to blow I will always treasure you…my love I will always value the very few moments we had I will always keep you close to my heart So there is no reason to be sad So please, my true prize, my little one … All doubts, please cast aside For my tiny little treasure …your bracelet… Will forever be at my side ******************************************************************* Note: Please note that I wrote this in first person just to add drama to the story. This is 100% fictional and not based on my life. I hope I did the subject justice. ****************************************************************** ****Written for Paula Swanson's Yard Sale Contest***** Won 1st Place!!!
I miss... taking care of you. making your meals and snacks for you. telling you " Good morning ", each and every day. taking you to school and wishing you both a blessed day. picking you up from school, asking how your day went, and what interesting things did you learn. making your nutritional assessments, and trying to introduce good foods to you. hugging you both, and both of you hugging me. taking care of you when you are sick, comforting you when you don't feel good. trying to make your ouwwies not hurt. the time that we should get to, and should have gotten to, spend together. the quality in living, that we are suppose to have together. just holding you. the tickle fights when you would both tickle me at the same time. watching and helping you both make awesome artwork. you both singing, with your beautifully flowing and innocent voices. tossing you both in the air, only to catch you, while singing, " I got Aubrey, I got Aubrey, my baby girl " and " I got Micah, I got Micah, my baby boy " seeing you both play and invent and build. watching you ride your bikes. helping and watching you skateboard. playing catch with the football or soccer ball. watching you fill your buckets up with innumerable worms. just watching you try to catch those slimmy worms. listening you you both have a belching contest. listening to you belching the alphabet. watching you make the armpit farts, and laughing, just like your Uncle Eddie used to do. taking you both to various places, and to see the natural beauty. taking you to the Ouachita river to throw rocks. taking you fishing, and putting the worms on your hooks for you. watching you hold on to the bobber while you throw the stick fishing pole into the river. getting you both chocolate covered donuts at Jimmy's Donut Hole. getting to teach you both good things. mowing the grass for you to be able to play safely outside. telling you to pick up your rooms, and to put your clothes in the hamper. cleaning your rooms for and with you. organizing your good toys, and throwing out the broken ones. buying you new clothes, and giving away the ones you'd outgrown. telling you that I love you, before you go to sleep. wishing you blessed and peaceful sleep, every night. But most of all, I miss you. Each and every day, I miss you. May you both be blessed, by The Holiest of Holies Himself, in every area of your lives. Love Mom
Memaw said she would dance dance at my wedding and she did she made it true and memaw swishin and swayin made the place that we were at want to have her and everyone be someone like her
God looking down on all his loved ones Said, She is the prettiest of all So small, so soft, so delicate, so pink Innocently she slept beside her mom Close to that tender heart The wind gently caressed her The morning dew tenderly bathe her Every passing butterfly Stopped to admire her The mother happily looked on Secure in the knowledge Of the happiness Of the tender bloom Untouched and pure She danced with the wind And slept on the mist The mother swelled with pride Feeling the love flowing from her Encircling the tiny bloom And keeping it safe God looking down Sighed happily And gently whispered "Mother and Child Dedicated to Ezzelle with all my love and best wishes.
You lay down your head so gently And drift away to dream You are like an Angel laying next to me Though at times its difficult lifes trials are hard to bare I know your there beside me With unconditional love to share A child need not worry I do enough all on my own As long as your beside me I know I'm not alone You are my inspiration to make it day to day All though I'm always busy I will try to find away In a book we color, or find something we can do All though I'm always busy Theres always time for you!
Small room with one door Pale green carpet lines the floor Two windows, shades and curtains Pink roses scattered uncertain Paneled walls remember Our Moms love this December Figurines rest on dresser tops Some gifts, others from local shops Flower petals that hold no scent Potpourri in baskets, its fragrance spent Jewelry in boxes free from dust Treasures left to us in trust As we walk in her room Memories flood, it's too soon Our hearts rhythm the song Her being gone seems so wrong As memories waltz in our veins Longing for her voice, still, in vain Pictures now our fingers trace With each touch, her remembered grace Eyes, once blind, can now see Pain and sorrow gone, her soul set free Her voice, now strong, rings in heaven above Carried through the air on wings of the doves To all this and more, we longingly cling How we'd love once more, to hear Momma sing By: Debra Squyres 12-3-2010 NOTE: Though I searched in vain for the first draft of this first poem I was unable to find it. It was much longer and filled with cliches.... This is the poem I spoke of in my "Poetry on My Poetry" poem. Of course it is cleaned up a good bit now and I've actually changed the title to "Room of Memories"
Oh Mama, Your passion and your courage, Are flowing through me. Your love has traveled across eons, And I recognize you as my mother, So gentle and so kind. My heart aches to you, I feel as if you've always been there, Oh Mama how I love you, This distant just aint fair. As tragic as a treasure, Lost in sands of time, The Fey would bow before you, And recognize you as one of their kind. Oh flower Mother, I see you in my mind. I meet you in the fields of wheat, You teach me beauty with your mind. Fragile mother, I protect you with my life. Moon giving Goddess, Heavenly Saint. So pure, My Ancestor Joan, Would bow at your feet.
Happy silly boy Dusty straw hair flying free Mommy... tickle me
God descends to the earth in the form of a baby, and fills up the home with loads of happiness wither angelic presence. they are the most,innocent and beautiful creations of the divine. they are the angels of happiness and removes worries. their smile touches the heart,relaxes the mind, soothes the body and fills us with joy. they bring out a mother in a woman and change them into tender beings. they have such a magic around them,the sorrow vanishes and joy prevails in the ambience. when their tender ,soft hands touch us its just like lord blessing us. their smile and innnocence melts even the stone heart and eases the pain. they teach us to the patient,tender and soft with people around. they are the ones who laugh with their hearts and teach us the value & beauty of life. they teach us to be always happy and keep worries aside. i love to take you in my arms n carese you all the time and kiss ur gentle feet. thankyou for teaching the beauty of life with ur smile, whih has widened the horizons of happiness.
Raintears run down the cabin window, and the lights go dim for departure. It's twilight here on the ground and the sun has just set behind the western mountains. The plane taxies around in the rain for its takeoff run. In a few minutes we will be up there in the pearlescent clouds attempting to catch the sun with the same success I had catching memories the last two days. On down the runway now, a little hitch, and we've left the ground, good-bye, my mother, forever. We fly over darkening roads, lights just turning on, that I had traveled earlier in a groundling's stupor, filled with the images of a slow morning on the porch. The air was cool and the sun was warm on our faces as we sat there, you and I. I knew it was the last time and I think maybe sometimes you knew it too. We watched the world go by and you tried to remember from moment to moment who I was. So I made one last attempt to grab some memories out of the deep, and place them at your feet. Shared moments, shared jokes, shared times and places, some you fumbled, but, for awhile you began to make connections, and remembered and I was ecstatic that you were still there. I held back my tears so that you wouldn't see how hard this was for me. Yet, I could see the strain on your face as you fought, as you always had, to give me all your best. I knew then, I had to let you go. It was selfish of me to hold you in this world, that you would not remember in an hour. I sit here safe, flying into a storm. And you down there, head into the unknown. My plane races into the light, just ahead of the night. Good-bye, my mother, forever.
My Granny My Granny's name was Edna But no one could say it So they called her Bonnie And she was My Granny watered her ferns with Disprin Every Saturday morning She said it made them flourish And it did My Granny slept with four pillows Every night She said it stopped her snoring But it didn't My Granny drove a yellow Anglia to town Wearing her best hat She said it went too fast And it did My Granny loved her Sherry a lot All the time She said that she didn't But she did My Granny only saw happiness in the world She took me everywhere beautiful Whenever she could And she did My Granny lost her husband at 44 She never remarried She said she wouldn't And she didn't My Granny loved me very much And told me all the time She said I would be a writer And I am My Granny died in hospital From Pneumonia at 84 She said you've been a brick Darling And I was My Granny was a special person She was kind to everyone I told her I loved her whenever I could And I always will
It's been nine years, I have counted the tears- they have made trails of guilt worried into my heart then filled with loneliness and bitter despair but by your grace I have been shown... For the first time, in these nine years, I have not wept nor held a vigil to honor our grief though the loss still burns, this time it is transformed Peace from your love still reaches through death and through your eternal love I am reborn It is Good Friday. When God took your spirit home and left me dying to know, how to love him for his sacrifice when he asked me to give up you? How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms? Through your love I was born, and in your arms I grew and it has been your love the kept me whole that taught me how to be reborn for even though your body has gone your words lost in the wind and breath no more The essence of grace and strength you lived - it grows still in your daughter soul My being and existence came from your womb my heart and mind shaped by your enlightenment I have lived a life you gave me and for once I live it in pride to honor your sacrifice your words giving me the guidance I'd lost nine years ago. Alas, I've come to know, that as you died and went home with our Lord, you saved me from my death not in your dying, my grief and love can attest, but in your living strength and loving example you showed me how to live a life open to our Father's gift We knew it would not wait, but the parting was too fast. I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked, "In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence what of my soul will rise with his?" And now sitting Easter morning, holding my sons candy-filled basket, I realized Three days passed. He took you home Friday morn, but left me love, that eternal love that never dies whose comfort is unending I honor your love by giving it to my children and Easter morning I felt your hug, your kiss, and knew you have never left me . Though God took you home Mom I know you have never left me for as our Savior died and rose you too still live in my heart, showing me proof our Father's blessings because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there there fore I am strong enough to give this pain up to honor his sacrifice and transcend, to be humbled by the grace and mercy that could forgive such lost lambs as I
In the womb A baby grows Listening to her mother's voice Soothing her She smiles and moves Little does she know What her future holds The day arrives She is born Wrapped tight and cradled by her mother Looking up at her mother Who wears an exhausted smile The baby is comforted Little does she know, What her future holds As she grows Her mother tends to her Feeding, changing, rocking, singing All out of love for her little girl The baby coos and cries Little does she know, What her future holds Some years pass The daughter falls and skins a knee The mother is there With a kiss and band-aid And all is okay Little does she know What her future holds Soon its time for school The daughter cries Not wanting her mother to leave Finger-paints, songs, the alphabet, counting Her mother hangs all on the fridge, proud Little does she know, What her future holds Before long she is a teenager Her life epically changing High school drama, boys, grades, clubs Barely does she see her mother Who raised and loved her so Little does she know What her future holds The day comes to kiss good-bye Tears streaking mother and daughter faces An adult now the daughter struggles Missing her mother, wishing she were there Calling everyday and regretting earlier years Little does she know, What her future holds Little does she know, That as she grew, She grew apart from her mother, Little does she know, That still and no matter what Her mother will always love her Little does she know, That as she ages She will always need her mother Little does she know, How much her mother truly did How much her mother truly loves her Little does she know, She will one day wish She were exactly like her mother Strong, loving, guiding Little does she know, What her future holds What her purpose in life is But as long as she can be like her mother She knows life will okay That she will succeed.
Oh how caring your smile can be, it always get the best of me. Your smile is filled with so much love and grace, it puts me in a daze. It is so radiant and bright it is truly uplifting and is certainly a delight. Oh your smile is lovable as can be, it always get next to me.
She has become Like a thin Chinese tea cup Placed upon a large rock She has become… fragile Afraid to go anywhere Least she break She sits outside When the weather is clear Reading the same book She has read for many years Painfully turning the pages With crooked fingers Occasionally I see her smile As the lines on her face Seem to multiply ten fold While she tries to remember Why she is smiling When the cooler weather Dances around her She wears a long soft scarf Wrapped many times Around her neck To keep the cold away Sometimes She will ask me "When will my friends Be coming by?" And I sit next to her Hold her hand And say to her Soon Grandma… soon
We fight this war as enemies Yet if we threw away are weapons We could be the best of friends We would never know We fight on impulse With a fear of slaughter and pain We came face to face We did not speak Only our fears fought I now stand above you Then kneel and close your eyes I have killed you I search your pockets and find a photograph It's of your mother, wife and children It's wet I look closely and see tears Streaming from their eyes I fall and weep in victory We were only boys Who wanted to laugh and play And stay alive Only boys
"Mothers can be scornful at times it may seem." They shoulder much tenacity under watchful eye. Contempt may enroll in your mind, as you cry. Though behind those evil looks, a heartfelt gleam. You may never know it for you, she has a dream. She can urge you with a powerful hand by and by. Not maybe with a powerful force, but oh so sly. She seems to have such an overwhelming regime. Mothers' affections go beyond the natural bond. Beyond this universe, more glorious than any star, Her emotions run deep and will never correspond. They shall forever caress and bandage any scar. Repeatedly she will garnish while waving a wand. Upon her last breath she shall forgive, unlike any czar. written for Sponsor ~ A Rambling Poet ~ Contest Name 'Mother' written by Cecil Hickman
she waits patiently for the ones sheee loves but CAN NOT touch once they were small with mittens red and boots rubber that waddled through the snow now older - with life's crest on each jowl she stitches her ghostly fingers that shall catch no more tears watching their every bow
Americans say that India is the largest democratic country . Asians say that India is the country of spiritualism . Australians say that India is the country of huge crowd . Africans say that India is the country of great M . K . Gandhi . Europeans say that India is the country of philosophy . Politicians say that India is our strategic partner . Economists say that India is one of the best place for investment . Communists say that India is the perfect soil for communism . Capitalists say that India is the market of products . Historians say that India is the center of history . Poets say that India is the country of Rabindranath Tagore and lovers Everybody says many many sentences about India ! Although soul of India says to her people "You are citizens of India but residents in the world . And the World is your original mother land ." SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
O, Most Blessed Mother, We thank you for your love. For constant watching over us From heaven up above. You said yes to God His Son, Jesus, you would take, And give your life to raising Him For all God's family's sake. Mary, you hold the treasure Of God's graces in your heart. Please, pour them on us generously, From Jesus, your Son, we never want to part.
I am all alone in this great big world My destiny is being unfurled I am responsible for my plight And what I may do tonight There is no one else to put my shame Only me, myself, and I to blame What did I do wrong you may ask Only I can unburden my task She is gone so you maybe you can see Her lost dreams are my reality She passed on an October day Leaving my boy behind with me to stay It is a daunting thing this boy of mine Looks like his mother time after time I love my boy he is much like me I just want him to be happy I have been told time and time again That I need to reel my boy in I don't see that he is doing any harm He has gone through hell, that's his yarn His mom's dreams were so easy to see She wanted the best for him and me. I have a big guilt because she is gone And left me the ability to carry on I only wish that I would have done the same A love like hers was hard to explain I left her for another a long time ago Before I knew about the cancer so you know When the news came that she was ill I really wanted to take a bunch of pills Pills to ease my guilty pain Of leaving the woman I loved out in the rain. To my son, if you ever read these words of prose Please take the time to ensure that everybody knows That I loved your mother very much indeed And you were the product of love not a misdeed I sit here with a tear running down my face Trying to find another to replace The girl I loved more than anything at all Except you my son, you are the apple The apple of my eye the fruit of my loom My entire existence is for you to bloom Your mother and I are proud of you And are happy you are succeeding in all you do. Son I hope you will forgive me for things I've done I have one life to live and mistakes can't be undone I hope I will be forgiven in the afterlife And be reunited with your mother and my wife. I hope your pain eases as you grow older Never forget, but get bolder You are almost a man in this big world Please learn from my mistakes before you unfurl Your mother and I will be waiting for you With our arms wide open to rescue Rescue you from this world of pain To come live in heaven with us again Duane LaChance Sr. - 2012
Introduction: At some point of our lives, someone close to us departs off to the next phase. We think of the good times and try not to think the bad; but sometimes it haunts us back to how we responded in a naive way for our juvenile wishes. And sometimes we see them in our dreams at the utmost optimism and glory. But the fact that we get to realize what we did back then may have cherished and broken their souls in some ways, we always wonder if we could alter the deeds that wounded their affection in our times of immaturity…And pray that we get a second chance to do so for our next life. *the first two lines have some inspiration from another piece* Even if our hearts were as strong as a storm, we'd still feel a little bit sad Knowing that we've lost our grandfather, our friend, our dad. For so many years, we've felt their presence In so many ways, we've felt complete, But truly, even if we deny – We sometimes skip a heartbeat. Our lives are nothing but their memories and their art, Orbiting us each day, reminding us of who we are Where we stand and to whom we belong, We pray and cry up oceans for them night after night Praying to be together just one more time, in the worlds of light. But yes you are so fortunate, that you got to leave, You've made it to the greater step, I pray for us to meet. May your soul be blessed and may it shine brighter than the sun, Again and again 'I love you' it's not a lie, I may not have said it that much But I hope you knew inside, even if I may have been unkind as such Nothing is left for us to do but feel the tears stream down our eyes For we, once in a while have broken their hearts with one or two lies, Their face glows and vividly fades away from our dreams those nights That's when we fall, fall down to our knees, pray for we could have changed The ways we reacted back in those days. Thoughts of those moments, thoughts of their sorrow smile Now makes us realize how we never cared, For that to overcome, we treasure the good times we've shared, The times we've heard them say "You've made me proud" The times we've felt them lay their hands, oh so be crowned. Their tender touch, their forgiveness Their blessings for us and their happiness, We pray to feel it all again Bring it all again, To the eternal life, after this time.
Our Ancestors fought to the death, Just so we can live a brighter day, So before you light up that blunt of meth, Think about what you're giving away, It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory, The first black president was all we knew, Dark skin is in! Haven't you heard? That even in our community, You can get burned, It's a sad day when people would rather stay home and "Crank That Amber Cole", Than get up and run to a poll, In our community, Rockin' Luis V is better than having a college degree, And teen pregnancy is not only a trend, But the single motherhood that follows should end, Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away, Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn't stay, And as the tears fade away, She grows stronger every day, In our community, Fighting is no longer a word, You argue with someone and shots are heard, Girls showing places the sun don't show, So how do they expect the community to grow? Where love is a figment of imagination, Making a young child question her creation, Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5, Then satisfy her baby's cries, While her new man's eye, Wander up another girl's thighs, In our community, Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin, Makes others not love the skin they're in, Love, lust, hate, and trust, Giving a rose on Valentine's Day is no longer a must, Where bad is good and good is bad, Who would think to see their grandmother sad? Her hurt and pain, Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.
We went to Grandma's house the other day! And brought some gifts along the way! We enjoyed our time and our wonderful visit We're glad we had time with her! We wouldn't miss it! We took her out and did some shopping in town… There were some good buys waiting to be found! We had a chance to have dinner with her too! This was an opportunity we wanted to do! We had a chance to talk about the days of past. Our memories of her, is something that will last! We enjoyed our time with grandma! Yes we did! She always has something worthwhile to give! We thank the Lord for a special grandma like this! Our times together have been happy and bliss! Please take good care of her Lord, is our prayer! Keep her in your tender mercy and care! We look forward to the next time we spend together! She'll always be our grandma! Today and forever! By Jim Pemberton
Abundant love outpouring like cascading falls A river ever flowing to the earth's widest ocean The most rewarding gift ~ a miracle, God's call An endless adoration, this complete devotion Warm breath of life brought a sweet angel's kiss A river ever flowing to the earth's widest ocean Depths of love, the heart will always replenish Indelible charm in his eyes, special smiles only for me Warm breath of life brought a sweet angel's kiss With a soft lullaby, I rock him on my knee Sunrise brings a new song, my soul dances with him Indelible charm in his eyes, special smiles only for me God has blessed our days, love flooding to time's brim Curiosity, innocence, and dreams ~ a life unfolding Sunrise brings a new song, my soul dances with him The most rewarding gift ~ a miracle, God's call By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 2, 2012 for Brian Strand's Whatever Again max 16 Third place finish
You are embarking upon the journey of 1000 lifetimes… Inner stirrings are the awakening to soul's feelings… Evolving into the highest level of being… You are not becoming something… Merely remembering that it is you; present within the atomic structure… Release grasps of identity and fear allowing Auric healing… Feeding fire lavender laced copal extending energetic dexterity… Smoldering sweet grass with sage reaching higher mind clarity… Summoning soul guides; invoking dharma communion… Connected to mother from my root chord below sacred this linear union… Dangling in gravity; attached to sky my crown beams of light… Erasing brevity; connected to the trinity, Indigo Crystalline rainbow might… Existence is continual; just as perpetual motion… Significance within decisions unto what this powerful mind envisions… Walking hand in hand as one; grandest loving you smiles into the angst filled eyes… Of the you walking alone blinded by believing fear based lies… Reaching out to yourself in compassion, love and presence to take immediate action… Heal this part of you learn to live from soul's love of passion… Conflict and confrontation on the earth stage… Splitting us apart using fear with rage… The confusion wedge of existence; separation illusion… Outdated is its intention; now divine is the intervention… Empowering one, then to another choosing the path absent of force… Here now to feed observation of creative knowing back to divinity… Allowing the god field of potentiality to know itself as we know ourselves… To be itself manifested through all of life… For within entanglement of electromagnetic fields; one Family of source… Knowing our real identity; spirit co-creators… Feeding fire lavender laced copal extending energetic dexterity… Smoldering sweet grass with sage reaching higher mind clarity… Opening to the heart; invoking dharma communion… Connected to mother from my elemental construction releasing energy obstruction… Dangling in gravity; attached to sky my crown beams of light… Erasing brevity; connected to the trinity, Indigo Crystalline rainbow might…
My heart breaks as I enter the room, And see my mother sitting in her wheelchair, Gazing with unseeing eyes Through a strangers window Waiting… For the occasional visitor For news from her beloved grandchildren For death… In her silence she remembers A loving mother, taken too soon A small child, mistreated abused Surviving alone Self-reliant, self-sufficient, independent A lifetime of habits Too hard now to break She longs to be loved To be held, to be needed To not be so alone She has given all she can give Accepting nothing in return Does she know how much we appreciate All she has done for us How much she is loved How deeply she will be missed … Her world is passing I give her a hug, a kiss She smiles She knows…
I waited every day Hoping to see your face, But I never saw it again. You were supposed to Be there for me, you were Supposed to love me. Momma, what did I Do wrong? Why didn't You love me anymore? You left me with strangers, Walked away from me When I needed you to stay. You let me down In the worst possible way, It hurt so much. Even now my beating heart Still breaks when I think Back on those days. Those days when I waited To see your face just one More time but never did. Those days when I wished You were her, hugging me, Telling me she loved me. But it's over now and I'm Doing okay, I swear that I will never be just like you. You who chose her drugs And alcohol over the one Thing you should've chosen. But it's too late for regrets, And it's funny, after all this Time, I can't seem to hate you...
How long will I have to wait Inside this warm embrace Protected from the outside world In love I am encased. I did not plan to be here I did not have a say All I ask is love me mummy Don't throw my life away. As yet I have no arms or legs Eyes, so I can see But when I'm born and in your arms You will be so proud of me. So I just can't wait to come I have so much love to give This one thing I ask of you Mummy let me live. From your unborn baby
The silver strands they hang down low They catch the sun light and it makes them glow. The strands look golden in the sunlight But beautiful, no matter whatever the light. The snow is outside the strands look quite white But silver hanging there, in the pale moonlight. No matter where the strands are The beauty glows even from a far. They are silver they are gold, colours they absorb Wherever they are, they glow like an orb. Today's the day the silver strands will be gone But the beauty beneath them will not be out shone My mother is having her hair done today The silver strands will soon be coloured away. The colour put through will never disguise The silvery twinkle that moves to her eyes
I remember the smiles From a thousand miles, The crowd that gathered, The smiling baby to be fathered, The blessings made, That their hopes do not fade, I heard the general chorus, The strength, the happiness, the force. But a different group, Came in a huge troop, All, new faces of a different birth, To witness a fallen strength.
Around The Garden Gardenia Jasminoids My mother's health began to fail I came to care and help her smile She had a little Gardenia tree But no flowers did she see. I tended her with love and toil, fertilized and loomed with soil, was in the spring before she left, Gardenia blooms to her I set. Now, in the spring, she walks with me among the garden, around the trees. Graceful Gardenia, fragrance be, You bloom for all eternity.
There is nothing more magical, nor precious, than the gift of motherly love. Your heart thaws, as she grasps you in a warm embrace Her smile fills you with joy, She putts her soul into everything she dose, because, she love you. She gives you advice, and she helps you, she is your guardian angel because she loves you. It is true, You will have quarrels. About little miner things. But, at the end of the day, She still loves you, and you love her, because she's you mom, and you wouldn't have it another way!
I know how lost and lonely Your world was for a while Your eyes so sad and empty Your face without a smile Your world so out of focus Set you walking the wrong street And always I'd be there To wipe the tears of each defeat But never did I give up hope I always knew we'd win I knew with me beside you Once again your soul would sing For you were still the son I loved Who'd brought me so much joy You were still a part of me You were still my boy And with your strength and dignity You washed away the pain Rebuilding all your hopes and dreams You learned to smile again And with that smile upon your face And new found peace of mind With fun and laughter in your heart You left this world behind I feel an endless ache inside I feel so incomplete For losing you it means I've lost the biggest part of me Forever I will miss the laughs Our talks, your smiling face Forever I will miss the son I never can replace It's hard to let you go Because we never said goodbye Now you're an Angel in God's Heaven High above the sky But sometimes when I'm all alone And feel all hope is gone I seem to hear you whisper "Mum just smile, and carry on" By Raina Hutchins
**~** My heart is fierce in its longing for you With thoughts that mimic flitting butterflies Like stars chasing the moon in the black velvet night And every time I close my eyes… It is you whose face I see I ache from deep within my soul Wanting to feel my fingertips trace the soft texture of your skin Run my fingers through your soft, chocolate hair Longing to see your smile - beaming radiant like diamonds in the sky Lying in my bed at night the fingers of darknes touch my skin The moon quietly tiptoes through my window As silent witness to my bleeding heart Closing my eyes… Brings your image closer to my mind For you... are a violet glistening with dew to my longing heart An angel - in a spider's land Where they deceitfully weave their web of lies Unwillingly... turning your heart against me... The mother who loves you so I drift away into a restless sleep dreaming of you- my girl As the early morning sun creeps through my window I awake... with a heart that breaks all over again I am a prisoner held captive by my love for you My precious, little porcelain girl My love for you will never end I pray for strength to see us through For someday we will win this battle And the love we share... Will lovingly come shining through **~~**
When I hold your hand I know its true your love for me has truly grew from a hill to a mountain your the only one I can count on to be there when times are lonely in all your sweet kisses and hugs, you have shown me your love is my treasure and we can stand strong through any weather as turtle doves, we fly together forever when I hold your hand
I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem. To Sarah On the wave of emigration I want you to know That I see you, a fellow female An equal on every level Not just my daughter My little pink princess I see you as a woman A power within this world With oceans to offer A lifetime still to learn Go to your new life A teacher in Madrid Be free and fearless Spread your wings and fly Take the opportunities Shape them to your dreams You have all the tools You can use them now. Your analytic mind Will help you make good decision Fair and just rewards will ensue. Your radiating heart Will gift you new friendships Maybe even a new love All in good time You will never be alone Because you have a deep sense of self This will be fortified With this new tide Your feet firmly planted Will always serve you well Balancing the ups and downs of Libra Always true to yourself Life will be true to you too. We live in a new age today This global world is small As we email and skype Fly back and forth to visit We will continue to love As mother and daughter Our journeys through life Shared Forever together My love I will hold you safe In my heart.
See problems they no worry Timothy He was raised by his Great Grandmother One day she taught him Miho you can make life beautiful or ugly Work hard, find a woman who has a strong back Beauty fades it doesn't last long Now let me tell you A woman with a strong back may not be your perfect companion Times are changing, I think Faith is more important these days I say okay Grandma, can I have the horachata now that you made me No hush up! You can have it when I'm finished talking Timothy come your poor Grandfather wanted you to have this It is his Journal and I have never read out of it She hands it to me I am struck by it's cover, it is brown and plain Yet it spoke to me by it's elegant style These words were printed on the cover "Blanco Vendetta" I was drawn and pulled in untill I was covered by the spell The first page I open too it says "My first Mil Besos" The Temptess that blew my heart away I turn to page 33 It says "The story of an Apache Warrior" There are no rules to an Apache Warrior when it comes to fighting He says if you are my enemy I don't care how but I'm gonna kill you Page 41 is like a fist full of words thrown across the page Barrio boxing, The protection of the Shield of Faith Brokenhearted for my careless speech has left her heartbroken Strengthened by Love "Amor" Nourished by the sunshine in her hand There is healing in its beams Blessed by her presence Del Dios I am Greatful I'm like Grandpa what did you say wrong Then these words come to me Give her your full attention when she speaks to you Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer So I close it and my finger brushes a bookmark It's the Last page It says To: "Timothy my son who is as mighty as an army" I Thank you for the Greatest Gift For the Greatest Gifts are as small as your small hand that touched me I plant these seeds and they will take root and grow because you are good ground Timothy let me say That without you I would of never found my Faith in GOD Listen for it is your Grandfather who is dead and speechless Timothy you see the good in everything And I know you will understand my words clearly If a man gives you his word Promise me not to plan your future on it And if you give your word my son Do everything in your Power to fulfill it AND NEVER Promise more than you can deliver For it is better to put out more than you promised Everyman is considered unwise when he appears foolish I wish I could give you some insight about women But your Great Grandmother may help you better than I can But never timothy, Never be quick to fall in Love Or give your heart to a woman Listen carefully to her words when she speaks to you Cherish Her give her your full undue attention Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer Love your neighbors as yourself And do not strive against another man If he has done nothing wrong to offend you AS much as it is possible live peacefully with all men And it is okay for you to speak these things with your Great Grandmother She is a very wise and God-fearing woman Amor take the greatest care of her, I Love you Son Timothy when the time comes to avenge my death Hit harder then you ever have before But not in a Duel son, not like an open Vendetta Marry his daughter Maria The one who is pretty and Two years younger than you Oh! He will suffer greatly! And it will kill him to know that I chose this way to repay him And remember son to be ready to fight any man at the drop of a hat
This is not my WORLD. You're my WORLD. You're my EVERYTHING. You're the FLOWERS, the GRASS, You're my THOUGHTS, You're my EVERYTHING. This is not my WORLD. You're my WORLD. So now..... be part of my..... LOVE. *please comment if you don't mind, i'd really like to know your thoughts (fav poem if you like)* -Angel4eva23
A LETTER TO MY FIRST CRUSH My Dearest Kevin My hands shake nervously as I write this letter The fountain pen drips the ink in heart-shapes Pieces of my heart as it reach out to you I just want you to know that loving you isn't easy My dozen of Harlequins and my entire Mill @ Boon collection Have'nt prepared me To deal with a player like you I heard it through the grapevine, That you are heartbreaker and womanizer With only one thing on your adolescence mind My grandmother always told me, that Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free My grandma is a wise woman More like a heroine in my eyes I am the heroine of my life More like a Nancy Drew without a clue on how to love you I am never satisfy, I am curious And mysterious However I am very chary Kind of gal ^ I do believe that I am in love with you today However, I might hate you tomorrow Because you never know with a secret admirer To the man I love today They are nothing more than I can say. I will wait for your reply my love
I just heard the other day I could have been anything I wanted Imagine, your own choices unencumbered By all that tortuous guff, childhood stuff Where did it come from, how did it start Why doesn't everyone have it, or none? Do you suppose it has anything to do With the way you think, or talk, or act I stop and watch all the sweet scenes A father holding hands with his little boy His trusting walk, his smile, a precious moment To build on others until a man is made Mom rocks her three year old to sleep Warm and cozy in her loving arms Who wouldn't want those memories, to share Care for those who can relate, reciprocate Could that simple song guide our lives along Becoming something to someone, somewhere, When weary bones a place to rest, To carry the image, father and mother forever When does that change take place Hold within the secret , their secret The secret sanctity, accepting who And what we are, to radiate life's joy A purpose for all, quiet and strong Sharing with those who see the light.
Close your eyes my sleepy head its time to go to sleep. Our love for you is vast… and very, very deep. Angels and fairies are dancing with stars twinkling all around. Comfort comes as mama holds them then gently lays them down. A lullaby from mama will set the stage for baby's sleep. A soothing caress gently touches and crosses baby's cheek. Warm and so contented with a tummy full of love. A quiet moment with mama as the sun sets from above. Then the Sandman joins them, as the singing is sweet and slow. A kiss for little baby and then the lights are turning low. The eyes begin to close as nature takes its course. Dreams will be of teddy bears, bunnies, and a little rocking horse. But best of all they know that mama will keep them safe and warm. And the world will be theirs again with mama in the morn. Precious they are to mama with that resting, innocent face. Happy with the knowledge that love is in this place. Close your eyes my sleepy head its time to go to sleep. Our love for you is vast… and very, very deep. Angels and fairies are dancing with stars twinkling all around. Comfort comes as mama holds them then gently lays them down.
For Mothers The Taveta Golden weaver treats her littles so dear warms her nest as she's always there. Even when in distant search for a meal her protective covering; she ensures they wear so as to be absolute; she's always near. Her compassion; she invests in me with each and every tear which has an unbelievable healing power resurrecting me and making my problems mere. Despite facing the Lion's Den in fear unhurt; we pass through such furnace year after year and even though considered the most fragile and delicate the weight she carries, no one can bear. I'm tossed all around from rock to humous and trapped in the abyss of termination as the Demon of death valley makes my end so clear with no hope, I curse and swear ready to face the worse, with horrifying sounds of disaster I hear, but guess what! My Mama appears. She's a priceless godess not renowned nuturing me to be the best in town her protective arms; my invaluable crown. Despite sometimes giving her reasons to frown and embarrassing her like an annoying clown she's still ready to lay her life down making me sail through in safety in the expense of her drown.
Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children… Many parents bring their kids to church… Hoping they'll be a "better person." They want them to hear about God. And listen to the "Sunday lesson." They often tell the children to listen and obey God's ways. But you'll never see the parents at church on Sundays! They're "too busy" to spend time with God... Even at home. Then tell their children they love them. And often leave them alone. They parents don't want to take the time to give them their attention. They want the Sunday school teacher to give them a "moral direction." Parents need to be the man and woman God wants them to be! They need to have Christian principles that their children can see! Won't you be there for your children and help them to understand… What it means to be a Christian. And to be a Godly woman or man! It's Christ' desire that you as parents be a Godly example! There's just too many temptations for your kids to handle! Living for God. As a family. Is the best thing you can do! Christ stands at your heart's door… The rest is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton 11/16/11
You came unexpectedly, and i was surprised, you smiled and placed your hand on the glass and cried. I leaned my head against the glass and told you i am sorry, i whisper through the phone line, ill start a new story. You knew i was innocent but you still didn't believe me, the only person i thought that would stay by my side but you couldn't be. Mom standing by your side and not wanting to talk, i got really upset that you came at all cause i didn't want to see you walk. I needed you, when i was in need, i was there for you when ever you didn't want to bleed. I loved you and i cherished you with all my heart, but before you left your words hit me like a really sharp dart. You said i failed you, you cried to me and i knew it was true. But i needed you to understand me, but you went your way and upset me. The glass is now empty and i cant find you even with the fact that I'm out, i tell you i love you but all you do is shout. I've lost you for good this time, so i think i have to do one more crime.
I spend my time changing diapers Wiping tiny faces and drying little tears My days are filled with giggles and wails Nights are symphonies of snuggles and hugs Never do I get time off or a needed vacation Even sick days are not granted to my position But I would never leave my position Not even if it meant no more diapers Or a three week long tropical vacation I don't mind quieting the tears I love getting paid in kisses and hugs Though I could still do without the wails I would love peace but I take the wails Because they come as part of the position They are often at least paired with the hugs Yes, I get tired of wet, stinky diapers But I get to be there to ease the tears And a toothless grin is better than a vacation Time at the park is like an all day vacation Sometimes those days pass with no wails And unless we skin a knee even no tears Then we get to cuddle in a sleepy position With sand and gravel still stuck to the diapers Holding each other tight in hour long hugs I love when they wake up and bring me hugs Naps are my own little mommy vacation Then off come grimy shirts and wet diapers Of course taking off tops always bring wails Until they see the bath toys all in position Then immediately giggles replace the tears We scrub away dirt and wash away tears Wrap up in soft cotton towels and hugs These are the moments I love my position And cannot image why I would need a vacation Then clothes being put on bring still more wails As they wiggle and turn while I fasten diapers Soon they won't need me for tears and I'll be able to take a vacation But I'll miss all the hugs and I'll even miss the I need you wails So I'll cherish every moment of my position until the next stinky diapers
There are times when I feel I don't have all the answers and I Often have to ask God to give me the wisdom and understanding Because being a mother, I don't always know what to do Every day is a learning process, But I am eager and Always Motivated to be the best mother I can be, I am Overwhelmed at times but still so very Thankful to God for blessing me with such a gift Honored to be not only a mother but a friend Ecstatic in watching my daughter grow and Realizing that I was chosen to guide and nurture her Is truly an amazing and overwhelming feeling Since I had lost my first child, I'm still haunted At the thought of who she or he would have been but God has given me a second chance and I am so grateful I get to wake up each day staring into her beautiful face Fighting back the tears of happiness she has graced me with Thinking to myself, I love her more than anything
The thought of her smiling gave me faith From when we were little we bathe My mother and her mother is best friends They both took care of us and gifts they send We pulled each others hair And she was always quick to dare When I smiled at her she knew it was no good She learned to pull me up and she understood I just wanted her attention and that she gave She knew it in her heart love was my slave From when we were a child with full of energy I had my way She was the one who was my guide and she did not push me away When I saw her cry one day and her eyes was so sad I gave her a flower and I smiled at her and made her glad When some one special leaves her heart I sat by her and never wanted to depart She is the love of my life always She is the one who gave me my hope through out my days So I gave her my heart and love from within And I did not make it thin I stood by her side since I was a child I gave her my support when we were wild She knew who I was and I let her go the distance I did not hate her or give her resistance My mother and her mother are great friends and their virtue will never end Because of their love they both trusted us to live our ways to transcend So my childhood friend was my best friend, and now my wife She new it from the start that we part of each others life
Sara Kind, compassionate, gentle, loving Great grandmother of Karter Who feels great love for Karter Great gran who feels care and concern Great gran who fears the future of earth Who would like to see peace and economic stability for whole world Residence of USA Several have asked about Karter I was going to write this for Carol's contest but did not get it done.. Click on "About this Poem"
I cry myself awake In the middle of the day Because of a decision I made Not to spend time with you. And now everything I am Is falling apart into pieces; I feel like I am losing you Because I am losing myself.
What is it when your heart is filled with joy? What is it when your soul sings for another? What is it when you begin to truly cherish someone? What is it when life seems so much easier? What is it when you begin to share internal thoughts with another? What is it when your eyes connect and express your thoughts without uttering a word? What is it when you are automatically drawn to a person? What is it when you find it hard not to think of someone throughout the day? What is it when you change the routine of your day for someone? What is it when little things become big things? What is it when everytime your clock ticks you think of someone? What is it when you sit and stare at pictures for no reason at all? What is it when you begin to ignore that person imperfections? What is it when you begin to yearn and crave for someone? What is it when the feeling of being apart for more than an hour is devestating? What is it when you find yourself making breakfast and you don't cook? What is it when you find yourself doing things out of the ordinary for another? What is it when you find yourself looking in the mirror just a little bit longer? What is it when you discover that life is so much better with this person? What is it when you feel like you are on top of the highest mountain? What is it when you feel like the ocean is so much calmer with this person? What is it when the phone rings and you are hoping it's that special person? What is it when you find yourself giving without a care in the world? The answer is SIMPLY LOVE!!!!!
My mother sweeping up the floor, Or greeting neighbors at the door. Stopping for a cup of tea, With cookies and some milk for me. She'd make the beds, do other chores Before hanging the clothes outdoors. My mother led a busy life And still she was a happy wife. The meals that from my mother came, Would put all restaurants to shame. She was the world to Dad and me. She's with me still in memory. I see her shining chestnut hair And tortoise comb to hold it there. She kept it all in ordered check Except for curls on back of neck. She gazed at me with mother's pride Until the very day she died. I know there'll never be another Who could love me as did Mother. Mother's always in my prayer. I ask that she be happy there, With floors to sweep or beds to make Someone to love for love's own sake. By Joyce Johnson 5/4/02 Wpm # 2 For D P's Early Mother's Day Contest
Afraid alone, no comfort to hold Empty she tries to hide her life deep inside No solace to seek, No friend to find One life, one mother who's bitter and cold One faithful day a friend appears Finds a comfort she sort for many years But still dazed mother is the source of her fears Cry she does, as long as nobody at home hears He gave her his family when she none Gave her love, she saw only in dreams Her mother did not see what it means A premature labour that turn her mum numb She turned to drugs to cope with the pain It turned her violent, her child she blamed Blood on the table, forever stained Two broken hearts, only one remains ---------------------------------------------------------------- Inspired by Heart on a Chain by Cindy C Bennett
Nana told me once how she and Pop-pop went courting in a horse-and-buggy. How quaint I thought, and was a bit amazed how far we humans have gone-- from a smelly plodding horse to crossing an ocean in an afternoon six miles high. Then Grandma told me something shocking: she said they went out in that carriage to make love! Nana! I gasped silently, until I saw she meant the words literally: my grandparents went courting to make the love that would hold them together for sixty-three years...and I am here because two young people took long buggy rides behind a tired, smelly horse.
I remember every second of my life I spent with you, Every moment that I stayed beside you. The times I dedicated to help you, to save you from harm, I did that just to help you through. Every minute of my life that I walked beside you, Every minute we smiled together. It may wear me away, but I'll gladly stay by your side as long as I can, I'll be with you forever. Every hour of my life I spent hugging you tight, Every hour we laughed the night away, Of course I remember it all, how could I ever forget? Even when you tell me to go, I'll just smile and stay. Every day I spent supporting you, to make you happy. Even if I cannot be happy myself, it's fine when I see you smile. When I see you cry, I'll always be there to make you feel better, Even if I cry my days away, seeing you smile is worth my while. Every week I left you, I regret it because I can't see you, I can only hear you, Every day in that week I can't see your face, it hurts me more and more. When I can't hug you tight or see you smile, The pain hurts me at the core. Every month and year we have left together, I'll stay by your side, Smiling gently, for you are the person I'll love forever. Even when that time comes, I will continue to smile because I still, Remember that first moment of my life we were together. This is for you, mother, you've taught me all the rest. For you, I hope nothing but the best.
It's like a weight lifted off of my heart; I am no longer torn apart. Thank God you are safe; Everything is okay.
A Home Brew Fiasco My lips were parched, my tongue on fire another shot I did so very much desire Thank my pappy for this kicking home brew O' Lord, how to make it, if only I knew! Sun was about set into its rosy red glow three hills over was square dance and show I set me a mighty happy and quickened pace so very eager to get to that dancing place! I hear that fast fiddle singing from afar stop to drink last liquor from my fruit jar Another burn that went down mighty fine whiskey my favorite, never cottoned to wine! One more high hill to just climb on past swirling head tells my legs to please last Sun has set and darkness so rapidly falls music rings louder its beckoning calls! Another hundred steps and I'll be there singing, dancing and pretty gals everywhere Ease myself up against this restful oak tree surely a rest will be so very good for me! Eyes heavy and dark clouds coming on down now is no time to worry, no time to frown Darkness races into this tired old brain no worries, rest easy avoid all the strain! Morning sunlights breaks between the trees O' my, pray I didn't sleep all night please Suddenly I hear the morning call of a dove I missed out on last night's dance and love! My lips were parched, my tongue on fire another shot I did so very much desire Thank my pappy for that kicking home brew O' Lord, how to make it, if only I knew! Robert J. Lindley , 08-21-2014 Inspired by a story my uncle told me back in 1965. How grandfather once made moonshine and missed out on his first date with grandmother. Luckily she was a forgiving woman and grandfather a very handsome man or else they'd never married and I would not be here to sling tha' ink!
Rock- a- by Baby don't say a word, Mummy wants a gin and not you to be heard. You have been a little pain all day Its time you went to bed out of the way. The gin is dry I would like some ice. And don't forget the lemon, it makes it taste nice. So little baby it's time you slept, Cos mummies really tired, you can bet. Don't worry baby you are the love of my life, But mummy is daddy's very tired wife. So we'll get daddy to sing this song to you While I get another glass of gin or too. Night night baby don't say a word. Its time to sleep my precious little humming bird
i can see her so clearly blue eyes blazing mist falling the fog of the ozark mountains making the scene surreal each time a car past us i simply saw her shimmer she stood there until my husband arrived to meet us so i could go home earlier than i intended. she didn't know that i was sick to death to know how he was treating her the wisps of blonde hair danced and blew and wet tangled curls stuck to her head it was not because i was her mother, you know? but she looked translucent... an angel. i breathed sharp as i listened to her. you know what i mean... it is a snapshot in time that shall always be with me, i need no camera. she said "momma, i am going to have to leave him", almost like she needed permission to do so. she looked down, so sad..... i just tried to give her some of my strength; hugged her fiercely. she was only 27. my darling i will love you until the stars erase them selves out of the sky ... and even after i die i thought that everything would be alright. not so. the stars must have fell out of the sky when i was not looking. and....i didn't die my love has been complete and time standing even tho he killed her as surely as if he had taken a gun of his choice and blew her away. he took,....her children her money, her shelter even her food and the life she was trying to rebuild. the miserable creature who said she was not good enought married a new woman on the day that they were divorced. so now....for many years she was wandered here and there and really has no home. she lives in pods at different peoples' homes that love her. then she moves on in a cycle again. her life seems to be motivated by a fear she is unwilling to discuss. i know that she is certain that if she stops she will die. oh, God, i love her, i love her, i love her. by janetta
My lips have not yet tasted sin - An aura of innocence about my skin. My eyes have not yet twisted truth - How long before I soil youth? My face has not yet burned with shame – So beautiful is my delicate frame. My ears have not yet rung with cries – Please never cease your lullabies. How will you love me the day I break? How many pieces will I shatter with mistake? I am silent in your arms – our hearts in sync – you whisper: "I forgive your faults unknown. I promise to guide you until you are grown. My love for you shall never weaken, In your life forever a beacon. Because Regardless of what you feel is defection, I am your Mother, I will only ever see - Perfection."
Treasure inside thy womb excruciate pain, tears that fall. a years of graveyards, fading glance. dried petals, dying desires. Losing glamour and indulgence. in exchanged of love, to our dearest one.
Little hands and little feet. A precious gift for us to keep. Close your eyes and dream sweet dreams; of candy canes and choo choo trains. Little Angel, spread your wings and fly. Mother will sing you a lullaby. Like a thief in the night; you stole my heart. A prisoner of love, Till death due we part. Little hands and little feet. A precious gift for us to keep.
Mother's Love Without a Mother's love, no house becomes a home. Without a Mother's love, in the streets, the children roam. Without a Mother's loving hands that create and soothe and mend; the hearts of many grow cold; in prisons of anger, their lives spend. Mother's play the leading role in every so-called family. Mother's love is the cement that bind her loved ones happily. It takes a Mother's loving smile, gentle touch or prayer to give encouragement where needed, when trials are too hard to bear. Mother's love is precious and should be treated so, 'cause Mothers don't last forever; finally to death's sleep must go. So while your Mother's love is with you, treasure it each day. Many never have the privilege— their Mother's love to relay. Mother's love is a taste of heaven, where love and forgiveness is free. Even if you don't see eye to eye, she'll not arguably disagree. For a Mother's love gives comfort to a lost or needy soul. She's a gift from the Father's heart; the hurting one to console. Mother's love is patient; shows wisdom and thoughtfulness; a daily deep devotion in a world of selfishness. Mother's love is enduring— endurance that defies explanation. Of all the love God gave us, Mother's love is His crowning creation. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2010-2012 www.maureenlefanue.com This poem is featured in Maureen's Book, Poetry To Touch Your Heart & Soul [Book 1] Photography by Maureen LeFanue
I keep my dreams and aspirations, stored away neatly in this box. Tied off with a pretty pink ribbon, secured tightly with key and lock. And every time I feel like a failure, I open it, so I can again feel alive. Arms of dreams tightly surround me, giving me strength I need to survive. I've hidden this box in a secret place, where I'm the only who can see. A beautiful box of hopes and dreams, finely sewn with love at the seams. This box is opened quite frequently, especially when we're apart – this rhetorical box of memories, in perfect synch with each beat of my heart
If you were a penny, I'd keep you in my front pocket every day. I'd shine and cleanse you daily, washing all troubles and woes away. If you were a diamond ring, on my finger is where you'd stay. I'd shine the stone feverishly, parting all frets and worries astray. If you were a novel, I'd place you at the very front of the shelf, I'd tear out the pages of misery, and swallow the depression myself. If you were as free as a butterfly, I'd cup you within my hands. I'd whisper all my secrets, then release you from all commands. If you were a painting, I'd pose you directly over so all could see, I'd dust away the tears and guilt, inhaling the particles inside of me. If you were a bronze statue, I would polish you until you shined. I'd scour away the torment, and any melancholy I should find. If you were a flower, I'd pluck the petals of bane from your life, I'd water and feed you frequently, nourishing the roots of strife. If you were an eagle, I'd admire your rare beauty from above, I'd watch you slowly soar into the horizon, taking with you, my heart, my soul and love.
i don't want to be just marking time. i died on november 20, 2008, during surgery. i was on a vent when i awakened december 2, 2008....my sisters' birthday. what made me llive i'll never know. i know there are things to do on this side of death. i have no time for marking time. i have a stupid bag hanging from my side now. i am supposed to "get comfortable with it". well that was a laugh. that was a laugh until i thought of the people that had these things with no hope of ever getting away from them. i am so lucky. 14 days i laid on a vent, then 22 more. i came home 3 days, then i had great pain in my chest... . well this is great i said, a pulmonary emboli, 15 more days, three days home. then back to e.r. blood pressure too high. this bought me 4 more days in e.r. i am home now and finally have spent 19 days home. i feel every pain and i feel every time that i feel good yes, i am never marking time again.....there is something about fighting for your life and your sanity that straightens things out. i don't recommend it but i wish i could let your hearts know what i know. janetta
To my Husband, A bringing of myself for understanding and pardoning of the days I fail him: ( Then I think, will I be passing on the cycle of not being enough? Will he understand that it is I who is never enough?) Yet I still need to apologize, for coming to him incomplete: (For coming to him broken and asking him to fill a void he never made; it's inherited from a generation of women who were never enough, and I was never apart of it all...) I need him to know he completes me in ways I can not alone: (That it is when I am with him I am whole again; That it is when we are apart that I find my self alone. That the emptiness is inside me and not us. That he fills the emptiness and takes the rawness of losing her away. ) I want him to understand why at home I fail at making a home: (I'm immobilized in loneliness into waiting alone ; Waiting on someone to come home. Waiting on my sisters to come home, Waiting on my Mother to smile again, Waiting on my Mother to get off from work, Waiting on my Mother to get better again.) I do not want him to misunderstand my issues: (I want him to understand they are mine alone to fix; So I can be whole for my son. So I can give to them the completeness they give to me. These two boys who gave me back life, I live in the now for them) I need him to understand the loneliness is not from him: (I'm alone because I still grieve her loss and mine I'm alone because she left. I'm alone because they left. I'm alone because every one has to leave and I fear living past their leaving.) I want him to know my love for him is Forever (That even without words I know he has that love for me The one that forgives before the transgression is done, and forever is an eternity assumed for infinity.)
Why am I so selfish? Why do I live for the wrong things? I am dying inside Because I refuse to see the light. I need to say yes, But I still haven't learned that yet. I am a fool, And I am hurting you. If I would let go of myself, I would hold on to you.
To the Newtown Children A poet cries with broken heart Look thine hearts be washen clean with death, God knows how hastily can be By an unfitting goodly young man Become just another evil's killer. Take thou no mean of life That so tenderly and small Arranged now along that cold room Where a hundred of parents Like you and I look on poor children that thou think: One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us. To understand really why the hungry death Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness? O, children! American children! My children! I warn thee in all my heart and soul That could not happen so earlier on life And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur? Hold me fast in thine embrace God, Where my despair cannot be silenced, Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross Our fingers against our chest and pray for them, Give them, Lord, thy blessing give, Pray for them and mother as well, And I shall finish this poem with trembled Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.
(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved) Caucasoid, Mongoloid,and Negroid Colour the conscience progression of Man's ethical Truths... The cultural aggressions of violence and ignorance must end! Extend your heart, hand and life Towards the Precious Don of Honour... Freely, keeping the sincere Brotherly Creed Comments: Brothers and Sisters it is time that we stand up and let the Love of God in, after all we are all one in the same under the skin, so why not give it a grand try... One Love and Many Blessings in Him Always, Adell
By: Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian) Mother's Day is a celebration honoring mothers and celebrating motherhood, maternal bonds and the influence of mothers in society. The moon, the stars, the sunny skies, so beautiful they seem, All mankind can sense and appreciate what it means, Their beauty and the beauty of others, Are in no way a comparison to our mothers. Mothers are God's gift to us, Least appreciated and most worked without a fuss. Mothers are there to help teach and guide, And through thick and thin stay by your side. Mother loves us right from the start, From the moments she fondly holds us close to her heart. These moments forever seem to her like only yesterday, But we all know they were a few eons away. Mother is there right through our troubles, conflicts and strife, And every endeavor she undertakes to keep us afloat through pains of life. Any time in life we can rely on her strong helping hand, And she is there for you till you have regained the strength, alone to stand. Mother is one we can lean on, As deep in her heart she is very strong. At times it is only mother who can soothe our running tears, And calm our mind's lurking shadows of fears. Mother filled our days with multihued lights, And put us to bed with lullaby and sweet dreams nights. And on a foreign land you gave life to me, And when I was old enough to my wife you set me free. Whenever I needed you were there with tender care, For advice and support you were always there. You taught me right from wrong, And how to the world whistle my own song. Mother, I wonder if I could give a diamond to you, For every tear you shed for me without much ado. Mother, I wonder if you could accept an emerald from me, For each truth you made me realize and see. Mother, I wonder if I could give a ruby to you, For every midnight coffee you did brew. Mother, I wonder if I could give a pearl to you, For every lesson of wisdom you have given me anew. But I don't have these and this you are aware, And all I can offer you is my love devotion and care. You are so dear to me but yet it took me so long to say, Have a "HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY". I know that when you think of me, A part of you in me you will always see. Thank you and I Love you Mom, This is me your first born son
Mama please comfort me I'm your little child. Please protect me from the dreams I have that are so wild. Mama thanks for being there when I started first grade. You were my comfort and stay and came to my aid. Then there was middle school You were always there, thanks for being so cool. Jr. high came and went without very much of a vent. Then there was high school and college. The period when I had ALL the knowledge. A college grad. you were so proud. I always could hear you bragging so loud. Life has a way of passing by And now mama you are the apple of my eye. Although ageing you are beautiful still. And day by day I know you are very real. You need to spend more time with your little child. And protect him from the dreams that are so real and wild. And when you need me oh mama dear, Know that your child will always be near.
baby enraptured with mother's smiling face, gurgles with delight 12/7/2013
The tiny sprouts, so fragile yet so strong Slowly, ah! so softly, tearing away earth's crust, they grow along... A new life emerges with the same subtle strength A separate entity poised to span its life's length A brave yet delicate little bundle of joy Mother weeps ecstatic tears caressing her so-tender a tiny toy The day rolls into night and back again to a new day Tirelessly with her tender care, she goes about her way Latching for the first feed to many-a soiled nappy Engrossed in self less devotion for off-spring she seems so happy Ceaseless flow of her tender love, soothe of her tender touch Always her little baby, through our life mother's tender love we cherish too much! When starry eyes wander in wonderlands dreamily Humming the tune of first love, youth feels heavenly Soft music, red roses and the first blush of romance Enticing intense eyes and their unforgettable lasting glance Underneath the starlit dome nubile lovers meet Submerged neck-deep in love, skipping a few heart beats Entwining embrace, with much tenderness the uniting kiss Partaking soulful from ocean of passion, taste the divine bliss A soul mate for quenching the longing thirst of sweet desires To fan the flames, tender embers igniting sparkling fires Life time vow of loving togetherness, a promising hand's warm hold Bearing the brunt of life's storms, gracefully, tenderly in love, to grow old! Yesha Shah For Gail Doyle's "Tender Years" contest 8th dec 2012
the barber's scissors: my breath lost as the last of his baby curls fell
On an open road through the driving rain She drove fast and deadly like a hurricane Sad yellow stripes in between white lines Covered cold dead flowers and some valentines Her baby grows and her mother cries A painful evelution right before their eyes She left him bleeding as the future glowed From a dying past down the open road She fights the lions as she curse it all The men the drugs and the alcohol The radio dj makes it all look good With songs about love and of motherhood She saw her future going down the drain Her baby's tears feeds her growing pain A blade in the night and the bad blood flowed Down in the gutter on the open road A big black bird at the top of the shelves Judging what they all did to themselves With fingernails growing like a raven's claw She will never see what the big bird saw Like the drugs of the dying like a martyr's faith There was light in the dark but no open gate She hunted the keys to the secret code As she watched him fade on the open road
You are my love, my hearts content. you are my life, a life ideal. you are my joy, and you are my happy. happiness like no one else can bring. you are my hopes, and you are my dreams. you light up my life. you are my everything. you are my fear, and frustration. you are my pain, and you are my anger. you bring out the best of the worst in me. you are someone to blame, someone to hurt, someone who is no one who deserves the anger inside of me. you are my child. A child you should be, I should love you as God intended. I wish someday our bond can be mended. I have made choices, i can not take back. I can not make up for the motherly lack. circumstance and situations have put me here, feeling hopeless and living in fear. anxiety has stricken me, I have succumb to my disease. giving up on what i believe, I have become someone in need. I can no longer give my love, my patience has run dry. my heart has grown cold, my eyes can no longer cry. Forgive me for the mistakes I have made, forgive me for the pain in your heart, forgive me for the tears in your eyes. I too am a child, learning how to become wise. I love you child of mine
Somewhere in Africa, the cries of a woman Bearing immense cutting pain Wishing life not as cruel as it is And forgetting the excitement That came with knowing her man. Alas, it falls. Almost like a creature, So bloody yet so fragile Tiny fingers, tiny legs, tiny arms; Whatever shall I call her "Naa awula" indeed, She will be my lady; my only lady Spread the word my dear sisters, For today a new member has joined us Seven days, seven days it will be. And the world will say her name Pray we must; My little lady ought to dwell amongst us Let no evil eye beseech her Let no evil mouth revile her Let no evil hands stroke her For seven days it will be Just seven days. Hail to the sun, for we present Naa Awula Truth she must know and truth she will speak Her feet shall flee from the wicked Lest she be bewitched. Make merry, for she comes to stay. Come round and present your gifts and blessings. She will grow into a very beautiful maiden She will know no pain But happiness May she continue in the league of child birth. Lest her face be drenched In the mud of mockery. Lighten your hearts and grease your faces Herein rises An African Woman.
I know I don't have millions To leave you in my will But what I have for each of you Is something greater still I have a few possessions For each of you to keep Photographs and memories I know will make you weep All my sad sad poems Written through my tears All the journals of my life I wrote throughout the years My jewellery and diamonds For Sydnie, Brooke and Bree And every time you wear them I know you'll think of me Jewellery and diamonds For George and Paulie too To give them to your little girls With love from me and you I know you that you will treasure All of the above But something far more greater I leave you... is my love It brought you all into this world And helped you all to grow With each and every step I've loved you more than you will know Each of you is different You all have your own ways From when you all were babies And through your childhood days Naughty things you said and did The secrets you would hide But even through your teenage years I watched you grow with pride The closeness that you share Between a sister and a brother The love I know is there Has made me proud to be your mother Now you're all grown up And having children of your own And you will share with them The love and laughter you have known Keep with you your memories Your thoughts, your special song No one else can take To only you, they do belong Don't feel lost or lonely Or afraid of what to do Just follow your heart..knowing I'm always there with you Keep with you the knowledge That even from above Nothing in this world Is greater than a mothers love Never change for no one Just be always who you are And I'll be right beside you Your forever guiding star... By Raina Hutchins
I never really told you how much I love you In fact, I waited way too long Time was an enemy; you were up there in years And naturally, you had to move on When I was a child, I thought you a monster I often times wished you away When voices got loud and that darkness set in In that moment, I'd cry and I'd pray I prayed you to Hell; didn't know better Hoped God was listening that day But, I had grown up and witnessed your change Which prompted me too late to say I pray you're in Heaven Instead of in Hell God loves you as He loves me, too I was a young child So scared of you, then If you hear me, please know this as true Hell is the place Where I would remain If angels had you under wing I'd suffer the fires Being happy there, too To know that God let you in I'm sorry I waited and now with regrets I hope you can hear me this day May you be looking and down from the clouds From up there in Heaven, I pray Your sin was your struggle, the bottle had won And I, I just couldn't see That despite all the yelling and fear that I had You were still the best mother to me I pray you're in Heaven Instead of in Hell God loves you as He loves me, too I was a young child So scared of you, then If you hear me, please know I love you
When I think of you, my Mother One thing comes to mind:yellow Goldenrods and sunshine Peace and all that's mellow Halos, rings and lemonade And honeysuckle too Bumblebees and stary nights And all the good that may shine through Dolls with long blond locks Babies yellow bonnets Bath time duckies, lollipops And also summer sonnets There's many colors love can be Red or even blue But a Mothers love is somewhat different With a golden kind of hue Some day I hope my children see That I am yellow too For more than anything I say I hope to be like you
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13/8/2009 Momma collect yourself I cannot lead the way Why, what for? I wasn't even there... While I knew you petrified became my part The anger, all hope and faith began to dash away Momma, its you My prequel to cliched tragedy A vessel I'd cling to gone now deserted; crashing against some coastal rock Momma my confidante Sorry leads to sorrow Momma, non-insured; my personal wreck Momma, your daily fix for life left me here to simmer under much angry regret Painful purple, taller emotions loved you most That snorted road trip you took Envious indeed Took it into your heart more than much love for me Caressed and stroked inside you incessantly Momma before, you an early sunrise Our good warm kitchen' a sanctuary you've built Gone Just as will tomorrow No more tasty breakfast treats, no more injected passion, and no more taboos to haunt you every night Momma, I lived for you my life I tried so hard to appease you praise you Revive will you? Pulsating emotions, this viscera will not hide regrets When push came to shove we pushed you all the way So sorry momma That's you settling old scores What made you love them most? More than mere adoration Maybe if you'd love me; selfish may it be You'd still be fully here and I'd be there beside you Holding them tight both you and your(lukewarm) fading, lifeless hands.
Unprepared I am For this gift and its trappings Unceasing intolerable sobbing and gasping With what shall I arm my fragile domain? I am forced to endure all of your pain Yet there you remain; desperate needy thing How heavily you weigh upon heartstrings Colossal guilt at my frustrations… Silently enraged by well-meaning congratulations Engulfing, drowning, diminishing my abilities Overwhelmed entirely by this responsibility Love refuses to come automatically Remembrances of sleep dying dramatically Yet there you lie…desperately needing me Blissfully unaware of my insecurities Deprivation, depression, and pain cloud my heart While I watch all the others make it look like fine art Effortlessly mothering, bright eyes and broad smiles So sorry for you, that you have missed that by miles Incapable of such patience, second-guessing my decision Wishing for earlier precognitive vision Yet there you are, sleeping quietly now Entrusted to me, even though I have no idea how To possibly show you what all of this means To ever live up to all of you dreams We're bound together, you and me For better or worse, for all eternity So here is my promise, maybe all I can give: I will never abandon you for as long as I live Yet there you lie…aware of me even in deepest sleep Turning towards me just to listen to my heartbeat deep Within this fragile undeserving frame Now I will begin to love you, as I whisper your name
I doubt that unborn babies dream but suppose if it were so, they'd dream of nice and cozy things, with sweet and gentle flow. An unborn baby's world is warm and safe from any worry. He floats upon sea of pure love. Why would he want to hurry? Unless he has some memories of another time and place, he rides in sweet contentment in this dreamless little space. .
Someone to hold you Someone to care Someone to wipe Away all of your tears An icon of strength Of courage and love Gods gift to the world Is a mothers love.
I stepped out of the car, on that shattering day and it was like the end of the world had taken all the air away. Even my tears, had nowhere to land, frozen thick in my throat, like desert sand I needed to cry, to shout, to wail The springtime sun, was no comfort at all She was there by the gate, anxiously waiting in the sun My feet froze in place, my knees too weak to move Without hesitation, she began to run… She hadn't yet been told, but somehow she knew… She grabbed me in her arms, and together glued, We cried our tears together She loved my mother She was my mother's childhood friend And as the years unveiled She was there for me, as well... Until the end For Gail's Contest: Touched By An Angel By Carrie Richards 3/29/12
We began so little and young, Life beat us bad and twisted our tongue. You and I walked a pretty rough road I can say When you stumbled I was always there to make you stay. Stay and not give up, I didn't give up on you than, so I wont give up on you now, We danced our life so brutally and softly, but this time you didn't look my way and bounced. I thought we would go on like this forever, but I guess like people say, Nothing lasts forever.
Hush now, listen, that sound above the clouds. Is it in your minds own eye or is it from the winter crowds? They tease us as they make there way, frosted windy dark and grey. This sound I hear is one I taste, I smell the air and see the day. My feet are bare, they sense the mirth, it belongs to them, this enchanting earth. I dare not tread too deep or tear, for it might break this spell I fear. Walking forth inside this dream, with weathered feet and legs so lame, it is as if I fell in love, again again to this fine dame. The leaves they drip from the sun they kiss, the moist embrace of drops are bliss. I look above too catch the sound of summers perfect song, hail to you thy song is pure, your love is true, I cant be wrong ! Hands stretched out as if to reach I shake this dormend man, so here you are, for you once more, she's done the best she can. So quick so fast your soul will know, jump the shrub and enjoy the show. There they are for one and all, ocean sky, earth and rock, they lay aside there different days and never dare to mock. Forget it not for this is true, this home's alive for me and you.
Dear Mom, upon your brow He'll place a well-deserved crown! These are thoughts I should've shared with you many years ago, To express my love and affection - so very much to you I owe! Alas, I didn't tell you I loved you enough, that I'll ever rue. The things I want to tell you now are so very long over due. Thanks for all the pain you suffered just to give me breath, And that time you prayed for me when I was nearing death. I shall always remember your sweet and tender smile. Your words of encouragement have made my life worthwhile. I treasure the many times you shared your faith with me, Especially hearing about His love as I sat upon your knee. Though at times I rebelled at attending church and Sunday school, I'm thankful for those who taught me to follow the Golden Rule. Mom, I treasure many precious memories growing up as a lad. I know the Great Depression sapped the resources of you and Dad. You sacrificed so much to see us kids schooled, fed and clad, And thanks to you, the good times far out-weighed the bad! Though we had little worldly pelf, there was abundant love suffice. When I faced Y's in the road, you always offered sage advice. Though your time here on earth was, Oh, so very fleet, I know that you have found perfect peace sitting at Jesus' feet! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved Tied for No. 4 in Contance LaFrance's "Mother" Contest - August 2010
Perturbed by you, my family and friends. I'm losing. Propaganda is told and sold So cheaply, wantonly squandered against my trust. To never fight for life together or again. Is immoral pleasure gained from your lies? It's unexpectedness swift, so cutting inside. The outcome real to me if not to you, I feel the hurt, the closing love we knew One time from birth, no more is ours to share. To drink from your well, shallow with love I found Flavours too strong and harsh to drink for long. I tried and failed will nevermore wonder why.
i light no lamp i go by ache and touch the song of your hunger guides me to your humid nest my hands curl under your arms and lift it's instinct this gift i give you at night i know you differently smell you when i can't see you buttons to unfasten half asleep it's hard to work my fingers and juggle you but soon i fold you in the crook of my arm these pouches of stone four hours without you look what it does you seek me blindly rooting for the source i croon it is there i melt and gush you choke break cough too much too fast gurgling to your belly milk splatters your face and fuzzy scalp milk sweet and warm such plenty to grow on i nuzzle your head and rock the chair slip my hand under your gown to fondle your miniature toes little peach little plum i cannot imagine you grown
Your beauty is a ripe and full as the moon in view so many tried to compete but there talents were to few for the mother that you are is a hard act to follow the love that you bring voids the hollow for our child's life is vibrant due to your generous amount of love so happy mother's babe for you have to give you already gave. (To my wife Courtney Dyer)
We laugh and cry. We smile and have fun But even when that is all said and done In our hearts still lie the sadness and woes I guess our brains are too slow to know No amount of cheer can hold back what we feel With our souls overwhelmed we each find our way to deal Whether in anger or anxiety, in guarded fear or open minds We know that they are with us, in front and behind As birds of a feather we are drawn together Each carrying with us a pain that binds forever We have become so much more than simply friends The strength that we carry in us will always mend Our broken hearts and tradgic tales The hardships we have endured will make us prevail We are the women that we are today Because we let no limits hold us at bay. Written on the 11th of September as proof of the strength that I see everyday not just in my family and friends but in women everywhere. Not to be cliched but I truely believe that the ones I wrote this for are amazing women that I cherish very much and I hope you can feel it too :)
Eyes on me, People watching, In my direction? Can't they look somewhere else? Feeling uneasy, Discomfart rises, too. Afraid to mess up, Afraid to fail. Eyes are on me. I feel pale. I freeze. I don't want The attention.
Sometimes i wish/ Her tongue/ Got louder/ When she speaks/ Feeds/ Baby tummies/ With history's breeds/ Sky screening haters/ With her tongue/ She rapes/ Spring-cleaning haters/ She like it when she rapes/ She's ours/ Though she's vulgar/ She sees no blunders/ Her tongue grows rounder/ She feeds the universe/ Reaching sky roofs/ Hiding biters/ Verse after verse/ Poetry is ludicrous/ Her kids think/ She burns her tongue/ Sky screening haters/ Trying to taste her rhymes/ Controversies/ Political babies/ In vernacular/ Her poetry is hot/ In mix taped lingo/ Her poetry is fire/ A spark burning liars/ Flat tires/ Tears get verbalised/ Daughter of earth/ Born to live forever/ My mother's tongue
You're too much for me Your smile, attitude It's too beautiful My sweet child I am so glad you are better than me I miss you when you are away being better than me or your father I know you are a visionary you are a professor you will somehow make it sing
What shall I say to her? What if she knows? Can she tell that I carry another soul? As I wonder what would I tell mom... All these thoughts paced through my head, I should have NEVER laid in his bed... Sweet nothings was ALL that he said... He got what he wanted, then left, just fled... I was weak a young victim a surely misled... When I confessed to my mother, That I had slept with my lover, And in a few months she'd be a grandmother... Her face turned cherry red, yet words where still unsaid... Days turned into months, My belly stuck out further in front... Finally we spoke today, She said "When is he due?" I replied "This May the 8th." She said "She loves me!" That was it, nothing else to say but "I love you too mom, in a special way!" For it will be a blessed Mothers Day... My Statistic: Life is challenging enough, it tends to be even Harder for adolescence because they don't Know as much as they think they Know in actuality they don't. But mistakes and accidents are Apart of life.... You live and you learn...
May is when we honor Mom. Her, that gave us birth! No one has ever loved us more, at least, not here on Earth! She nurtured us through thick and thin! She kept us safe and strong! She was our Nurse, when we were sick! She taught us, right from wrong! She helped us with our schoolwork! She cured our pains and aches! She was always there, when needed! Her main concern, was for our sakes! Though she's no longer with us, her memories still remain! Her Spirit's strong as ever! Someday, we'll be with her again! She left fond, and loving memories, of things she'd do or say. So, to Honor Her, let us dedicate, the entire month of May! Note: For those whose Mom's have passed. Ralph Taylor 4/26/12 Contest: Memories of May
'Ding-Ding-Ding' Round 1 Your knees became weak Learning that your opponent was The Great Enah; The one to never lose a match. The one to tear you apart from the inside, with a double right hook to a left uppercut combo, and finally a killer left jab to the right cheek to only take you out for 3 seconds at a time; Round 6 My heart sunk Learning of your match when you were half way done. At this point struggling just to keep your breath. Battlescars have taken captive your beautiful flesh Wrinkles of veins stand like mountains above valleys of blood on your deteriorating skin. Yet I watch you continue on, to land a glorifying punch to say "Everything will be alright." Round 12 The final countdown Revealing the final combo A fatal melee straight through the chest. I fell to my knees as she tumbled to the ring's floor. The impact of her body loosely colliding to the ground echoed in my gut. 6 Rounds, Not even 60 or 600, could prepare me for this moment - She lost. 'Ding-Ding-Ding'
I can smell the pies a baking Upon the warmest summer day Even with windows wide open It's a scent not gone away She was there before the changing Making food just like before But once the afternoon had come It was the bottle, wanted more Now there were many of us still under Yeah, under the roof she called her own But, to this child who knew no better This was my mom and too my home Despite the angry, angry bottle That turned her feelings dark and gray I knew my mother forever loved me Though I wished my mom away How sad I am today That the bottle Made me wish my mom away Many years were cast upon us I had grown into a family man A hard working, white collar worker Trying to do the very best I can With my wife standing beside me I have strength to look back and see My misinterpreted emotions And all my mother meant to me She was here to see my children She tried to make up for all she did But all she had ever wanted, really Was to be happy and to live For she had so many children I was the youngest of her ten Yeah, I was my mother's baby But I never knew what it really meant Until now that I'm a father And sometimes things, they get so tough It's so easy to dive into a bottle But, it's love that makes one stop She did that for my children But, I never really saw her change And never had the chance to tell her All my feelings, cause it got too late My mother left this world not long ago She met my dad on Heaven's floor My only sadness is I never told her That I couldn't have loved her more That I was thankful for all her loving All the gifts she had given me For her teachings of life in general And my family's history I was grateful for her changing But not the woman that she was She was perfect in that way
Alexandra Hardworking, Dancer, Writer, Loyal Sister of Catie and Mollie, Daughter of Valerie and Damien Lover of no one (for now) Who feels that poetry is a savior, life isn't complete without friends, and love will find a way Who fears isolation, failure, and not believing Who would like to see their writing published, their designs manufactured, and their lives well Resident of The Bronx, New York McKenna
I close my eyes in darkness While the world lies down to sleep As a father and a husband My family's mine to keep Protect them? I am willing I am always there on guard But, when I'm not and far away I trust You are, oh Lord The rising sun of morning Has my family's eyes so wide As the motor sounds of traffic Fills the air that floats outside And the people that are walking Some are jogging, some just go Makes me see, what truly is And all I really need to know God, You're there… I see you In the blue that reigns up in the sky On the breath of clouds that float on by The image of the homeless man Who still offers up his time As he asks not for, without doing first So I give water to quench his thirst To the flowers that grow in the park And the trees that children climb God, You're there… I see you While coming home at evening time Knowing my family waits for me I smile real wide as I walk along So all the world can see Maybe then they'll see just what I see And then take it on their way With hopes that they will share a smile And make better someone's day Now the sun has set, children tucked With a kiss I gave to fall asleep Standing at the door I see my wife And I feel the love she gave to keep I thank you Lord for all I have For always seeing my family through Because I know I couldn't do this alone That's why I put my faith in You God, You're there… I see you In the blue that reigns up in the sky On the breath of clouds that float on by The image of the homeless man Who still offers up his time As he asks not for, without doing first So I give water to quench his thirst To the flowers that grow in the park And the trees that children climb God, You're there… I see you
Earth's Angel Her salient wings glowed; With love she cradled wild world, All rested in peace.
In reckless abandon my mind trekked, But I "became", by the ardor in your being Despite the discomfort, You preserved me in your pouch When you could have chosen to wash me away With great pains and agony you brought me forth, Can I be ashamed of her that bore me? One thing remains, Even now that I am grown, Your love I have not outgrown.
People may say that i am a spoiled little brat. Only becuase they see what they wan't to see. We all have been through things in our life time that we just want to forget, but we just can't seem to forget. My mom has put me through many things "but lets not say" in the past. And i have learned from some of those things. It made me a stronger person inside and outside. I don't know my father at all. I wasn't even born when my mom was around him. But i have a loving family. I would never change my past even if i had the chance. Becuase if i did then i wouldn't be where i am now. People who are out there that are judging people based on how they act or look, are stupid. Wise up and grow up... Those people you judge have a GOOD reason for the way they look or act. And maybe they need some one there to talk to. To get things off their back. Just like the saying. "Don't judge a book by it's cover" *just something that i had to say* :)comment if you have a thought (or fav poem if you like it)*
Riding my first bike and learning to tie my shoes, These memories mean nothing without the two of you. I've learned a lot over the years, Not that the lessons didn't sometimes come with tears. Sweet dreams, I love you and good night, I remember saying this as you turned out the light. Four kids and you two were always there, To teach us and guide us with love and care. We are your children and you have raised us right, Taught us everything we know and all about life. You taught us to work for what we need, Even though your advice we didn't always heed. I've seen the love and commitment that you two share, It makes me proud and understand that what you have is rare. You've stuck by each other even when times were rough, But you've always showed me that love is enough. Love is what gets you through the not so good days, You've always been together and by each other's side you've stayed. I am blessed and thankful for all that you are and all you are yet to be, Cause without you two there wouldn't be me. You have never failed to love me over the years and in the past, I that God that I have you two as my mom and dad.
Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth. Oil on skin, bare, sweat on your back, feels amazing. Yes! Im back on track. Sleeping cosy as a worm, unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term. Free to explore, a magical universe, I must implore. No home, no chores, no bills to pay. Just water, food gathered and warmth today. A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, just love in your belly, to the very core. I love this realm, just need more time, time to explore. Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth. And return once again to mother earth.
A family had a wedding... The brother wasn't invited. The fact they didn't want him,.. Was already decided! When asked why his name had been "omitted." It was because of past wrongs he had committed. The words spoken, one could hardly believe it! Any kind of forgiveness? They didn't receive it! How many times are loved ones not invited to "family occasions." Often times, families listen to "outside persuasions." Someone does something, that may not be liked. Then they're often told to "go take a hike! No wonder why many families battle one another! They have failed to truly love each other! As we continue to see families drift apart. This often leads to a wounded and broken heart! Christ gave us his best! When we were at our lowest! A life of mercy and forgiveness… He wants to show us! If we can't treat one another as Christ commands… Then HIS way of family living…. We'll never understand! By Jim Pemberton
My Father at the head of the table, carving the meat, My Mother brings the vegetables, wiping her brow from the heat. Sunday Roast Dinner, the memories so clear, A family together, every Sunday of the year. All week I'd been looking forward to our Sunday together, Brothers and Sisters turn up, no matter the weather. Now I pass on this gift to my own family, That they enjoy the ritual that's so important to me. A time for conversation, to be counselled and grilled, The laughter and humour where good banter is filled. Dad's kind face, is crimson with mirth, Tapping his belly and complaining of the girth. Mother so interested in how we're getting on, Teasing amongst the children, requests for a song. The smell of the roasted bird fills up the room, Anticipation of Mother's crumble, custard and spoon. Family all together is so important to me, Sitting round the table with such happy memories. The wine it does flow and work forgotten for a day, May the tradition continue, the love of a family stay.
No One Told Me A cement block is tied to my heart Need a running start At night my voice carries like a lark Death's arrow has hit its mark My life is so dark The side of the ocean is full of sharks Some days I feel like such a tart I used to be such a sweetheart No one told me life would be so hard.
There must have been a time or two, Though long ago it seems to be. At least I thought our souls had meshed; For this I know, we shared life's flesh. No one would guess our shapeless bud, Sprang from one's womb of love we bloomed. If I had known that growing up Meant loss of memories too tender And sweet, I would have used the Will God gave, to shield us from both Harm and pain. No matter what this life may bring, We must hold fast to mom's favorite phrase, "Be Good to Your self"; then from some deep, Dark place her love resides, The calm and peace will surely rise. Know this my brother, Our love is strong, and now She has gone; we are all we have.
Growing up was hard for me, I think i grew up to soon, I had to take charge in the big brother role, But also i had to take hold to the father role somehow. My mom was the only one who was there for her children, We knew that she loved us, She was in love with my father but he wasn't faithful, So she found someone else who showed her true love. My siblings never truly understood it, I tried my best to encourage them to behave, Which they listened but to a certain point, Finally my mom married her true love and the caos began. My father tried to step back in the picture, My siblings began to side with my father not knowing the seriousness, I decided to talk to them one-on-one but neither of them listened, They wanted for my mom and father to be together. One day my mother sat them down, Telling them the hurt and pain she experienced with my father, She explain to them the whole nine yards, They understood then and began looking at my father differently. Getting to the stage of middle school, We began to see less of our father, It was his choice...not ours, He wouldn't call for our birthdays or holidays, So we leaned mostly on our step-father, They wouldn't accept him as father, He would do all he could for us, But instead the only one(s) who really let him be a father figure was me and the youngest brother. My step-father loves my mom and has been there for her going on Fifteen years. He is a firm talk like he's a policeman or something, But he is a nice person. My mom loves him and so do we. So this is a message for all of the children out there who has a no good father....if your mom has a man or husband, please treat him right because he is there to protect your mom and you all. Thanks for listening!!
Don't be afraid, my little old mother, worried about me, all the time, being all alone in this strange world, not having a friend to lean on, when I am scared or crying quietly in my heart, not having you as I use to, your love is all I need, to walk me through my misery, through my life. Please, My little old mother don't worry, and don't wait for me to long, I'm not ready, not yet, 'cause I live in a promised land, full of dreams, and my dreams are waiting for me, to live them, 'cause I might die if I don't reach them So please, my dearest mother, be patient with me, and don't worry to much, don't cry I am still alive, and I promise you, I'll be back to see you at list one more time, before I die. In mean time write those long letters, write to me what is new, and who died, if someone ask about me, or did they already forget about me, write me what do you cook and how grampa is doing lately, write me if my old love still is waiting for me, or did he get married and got his first child. Write me my dear mother, 'cause I would love to know, and don't you worry to much about me, I will be back to see you one more time before I die, I promise you that. Ivy
A life of love, a life of happiness, A life without tears, a life without distress, Given by the one whose love for me doesn't falter, The one I dearly love, the one I call my mother, She has been there for me when no one would, She has been there for me when my father should, But she stood by me through thick and thin, That's why I love her deep down within, She provides my wants and what I need, So I will make her proud an surely succeed, What I'm doing to show my love is very poor, And honestly I know she deserves so much more, She had me so young when she didn't had to, She put down her life and to me she didn't turn her back to, I love her with all my soul and all my heart, I will love her to the finish and 17 years ago it had start, I've lived with her all my life, From she was single and now she's a wife, But I know her love for me is far different, Providing my needs even when she has to pay the rent, I'm sorry if I hurt you or made you cry, But I promise to make happy tears flow from your eye, If you were to go I don't know what I would do, So I'm telling you deep from my heart that I Love You......
You're unlike any other By far THE best Mother My love for you will not end I'm proud to say you're my best friend I laugh and cry with you But together we get through You hold my hand when I'm in need And patch me up when I bleed I follow in your footsteps And honestly have no regrets I hope I can be a great Mum like you So my daughter loves me the way I love you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ©copyright Juanita Torr ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Scared of you leaving this world to go far away. I need you to live.
You are the sunshine On a cold day That warms my skin And makes me smile You are the starlight On a dark night That shines through And guides me You are the trees On a depressing day That soothes my soul And holds me tight You are my mother On every day That loves me And cares about me I am your daughter For the rest of my life Who will always love you And always follow your lead Without you I am a dark day I am a starless night I am a dying tree You hold me together You help me through And you guide me You are there When I need you When I yell at you When I push you away You will always be there And I will always be here Forever and ever With all the love and care
You ask me now to sum the beauty in sun's eyes And make of love the distinction that love despise And all figures come only to my praise of the gift God gave to Adam, when he unreplenished, adrift Midst loneliness and impotence, found sleep blessed To wake and find his rib enclothed with loveliness Would you call the virgin mother frigid, cold Who felt God's heat and furnished men his gold Zeus too often imitate and did not once procreate Beyond the fiction of the mind. All flesh fornicate That cannot yield like Mary did to quiver and moan To bear the first command to all; all pleasures groan. The stigma then maligns my rib and cuts my breast For only truth is beauty in all her virgin comeliness Undemured, undefiled, stained by circumstance, and pure The heart aches for beauty and found in Eve no cure Just Mary Magdala, my passion's patient bride Goddess of the penitent, queen of desire's tide That like the moon brings sweet glow upon my bed She copulates with the sun, and trees that naked shed Themselves, like arthritic Simons, pay in rich spice To luxuriate in the pleasures of her passion and vice. What then her breached external form a little stained The rich stream of heaven kept not disdained. Measure this then against rebellious Eve, who crave Man's pleasure but disdained to concieve; the rave Of her autonomy to be as god, and provoked the earth To crown an Astarte, Anat, Venus, Aphrodite as worth To which some like Delilah or Helen made men bow And worship in wine drenched mud the grovelling sow Think of it, I never thought my mother panted or sweat To shed a seed, for her purity repudiated such a threat That I was concieved by the pleasure that first the pain Mother is too chaste, and stainlesss all mothers remain The mind rare permits sister or daughter expansion of gene And yet unweb the stigma projected unto the queen And where the stigma sits their lolls the brooding heart Aflamed, the loins deep ocean longing to break apart The solid rock that love strike to feed the egg athirst The tongue languishing to bulge night's breast in verse The hand to strip the curtain from the flesh, the skin To meet as one, joy in joy, and love in love enmeshed.
Out of the unfathomable vacuum Where nothingness is proud of its majesty Rays of carnal light shines Piercing every corner with the silken arrows of life Out of sheer nothingness, pulses of joy and sorrow blossoms… Little trivial ounce of life Desperate to evolve, dying to assert an identity Doubled and doubled, sucking milky life with voracious lips Delicate ruby brooks find their way In the soft land of flesh, breathing life to every cell Drunk with bliss of ignorance Happily caged within a hollow cavity While a nurturing, caring prison keeper feeds One with essence of her existence… Every jelly joint, every tender fiber trembles At the thought of forced liberty The inevitable crawls forward Pain enshrouds the prison keeper Blinding flashes of light cuddle the unwilling little face Which is adorned with crystal tokens of sorrow Cute globes of curiosity roll to grasp Every ounce of affection, every drop of freshness A firm delicate fist opens up To touch the air, to smell the life, to taste the love Life's laughing miracle
Growing a little more every day the clothes worn in summer not fitting today Growing each day by leaps and bounds independent at play new discoveries found Growing and changing, days going by baby curls are long gone and your distinct infant cry Growth spurts are often and seem overnight no more crib rails or diapers baby gear out of sight Breaking away with each push and pull stroller rides and tummy time replaced with play dates and school Kisses are stolen and hugs sometimes, too growing up harder for me than you To dream of a boy grown into a man full of faith, love and happiness and following God's plan as you grow, my love will grow with you, too a mommy's love, infinite, unconditional and true By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for Early Mother's Day contest (PD) Second Place
I have felt the bliss, of a daughter's kiss, and realize what heaven must seem. For in all my life, thru happiness and strife, my daughter's laughter consumes my dreams. I have sailed afar, and traveled the stars, in search of a more beautiful feeling. I've flown by air, for this beautiful love affair, that sends my heart and soul a reeling. I've rode the train, in search of a domain, where love feels as brilliant as this. I've swam the ocean, with perfect motion, yet always amiss to finding this bliss. I've treaded the bush, in Australia I push, demanding they show me the path to glory, but I leave empty handed, though I've demanded, a beautiful ending to this tormenting story. I've lived my life, searching for who I am, and always do I come up short. I fret and I ponder, for a love that is fonder, than this love in my dreams I distort. Still I fail, to no avail, to find a reality as grand, than the laughter I hear, in this dream I command. I 've walked life's path, in search of a resolution, mindless to an ultimate desperate conclusion. For a dream is an illusion, a visionary infusion, a poignant resolution to all confusion – and a dream is just that….a dream.
a little girl squeals toddling through daises— her mother smiles Copyright January 20, 2014 Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Nothing BUT Love Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
I Imagine I am ashamed that I don't have the courage to approach you Although I crave your conversation Feelings of nervousness arrest me I imagine how wonderful it must be to hear you speak my name Oh how I wish that you'd initiate the first move Be my hero and rescues me from this solitude I am cursed with anticipation I intentionally stand close to you so that I may steal a whiff Of your heavenly scent I sneak cautions glimpses of you Our eyes meet in startled glances I am embarrassed—you are inspiring I can write about your infallible features forever I want to share this gift my Father has given me with you Your amber skin demands attention It's painted marvelously As if the Angels had mixed the colors themselves I imagine stroking this sensational canvas So gently that only the ridges of my fingertips are felt Individually I count the tiny hairs on the nape of you neck A favorite of my unknown talents You are perfect and near me and yet you are distant Unreachable as Grandmother Moon I imagine holding you feeling safe in your eyes I'd address you as my darling, my woman, my love I imagine our love making Here is where my imagination is at its best… We'd disrobe each other violently for we are carelessly excited Avalanches of kisses leave traces of my breath upon your physique Euphoria entraps me I wish to be inside you I lay you down My hands exploring you finding the inside I kiss you drawing your attention to me you ignore the pain Your hand grips mine pushing me in deeper Tilting your head back pleased with pleasure Your Latin Language confuses me But I understand your eyes... So I taste you The friction on my face is fantastic Your body dances to a tune you allow only me to play Without warning, I pause It's not meant to tease you my love It's only me wanting to share my spirit as you reach enlightenment I delightfully mount you Caressing your hair waiting for the precise moment out eyes meet You bring me to you I exist only for you and you welcome me in Our bodies pulsate as we make love You are my woman, and I, your man And in this moment of mirage I love you I can only imagine that one day you will love me too
MUM ... WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND REGRET FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO SO ****ING MUCH , THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER, I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE. THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU, NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE. IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING, I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST, ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE, ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST. GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER, HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW, THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM, TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE. ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM, ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE, HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND, AND LEAD THE WAY, FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE..... I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER..... DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW, DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE, HOW I WILL SURELY GROW. DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST, THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED, THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK, APART FROM ALL THE REST. DON'T COME AT ME WITH ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME, DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS, THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE. DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE, DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER, DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY. MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS, MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE, BUT I NEED YOU, I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY. ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS, I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE, JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY, AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE Mom you mean the world to me It's hard to live without you ,You were always by my side Through thick and thin you helped me
I was beautifully designed and wonderfully made… There's nothing that God has given to me that I would ever trade! I was fashioned and created by God… With one thing in mind. To be an image of HIM… In a body by his design! He fashioned and formed me with the dust of the ground... He gave me his love. It 's all around! Though there are imperfections and "inflictions" within… God is patient and willing to forgive my every sin! Through life… I'll endure trials, heartache and despair... God is with me... He's always there! I know that his son, Jesus… Has given me his grace. He has provided for my life… "A resting place…" I'm going to serve this God… Whom I love so much! How I long for his presence… His "special touch…" Thank you God... For a "new" person you're helping me to be! And may your light continue to shine through people like me! By Jim Pemberton When I'm going through a discouraging time... This poem reminds me of how special that I am to God!
I stood before the mirror in my violet cotton shirt and jeans from the Gap, with combed brown hair falling just below my shoulders, my backpack in tow. Small but mighty, there I was, ready to be one of the big kids now. I held on tightly to my mom's hand on the corner of Hazel and Greenleaf, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the yellow school bus to take me off to my first day as a 1st grader. She sensed my nerves and knelt down beside me, placing a small black leather pouch necklace in my hand. "Put this around your neck and whenever you start to feel scared or lonely at school, just rub the pouch and I'll be there," she said with a smile. I clutched the pouch in my hand as the school bus pulled up to the corner and opened its doors. Charlie the bus driver welcomed kids with a warm smile, but I didn't want to let go of mom's hand. With the pouch in my right hand, and her hand in my left, everything was right. But as the last of the other kids boarded the bus, I knew it was time to let go of mom's hand. I waved one more time from the bus as I sat down on the sticky brown school bus seats. I looked out the window trying to hold onto my mom with my eyes until I couldn't see her anymore. I felt the tears begin to well, and my lower lip trembled, the only thing I wanted was to be back with my mom. I took the pouch out of my hand, and slipped it over my head onto my neck. Closing my eyes I rubbed the pouch, and just like she said, she was there with me holding my hand. Years later on a humid day in late September I stood in front of the mirror in my apartment, wearing a yellow tank top and a loose brown skirt, my short hair pulled back in a ponytail. As the time came for me to leave, all I wanted to do was cry. I wish mom was here to hold my hand, I thought, looking down at my empty hands. I grabbed my bag from my chair, and a worn black leather pouch fell from the chair onto the carpet. I stared at it for just a moment, and then picked it up and tied it tightly to the strap on my bag. As I walked into the room for my first day as a big girl in the real world. I realized I was rubbing the pouch with the fingers on my right hand, just as I did on the first day of the 1st grade. I knew she was there with me holding my hand through my struggles, just like she promised me years earlier while waiting for the bus on the corner of Hazel and Greenleaf.
Happy Mothers Day, To a very special mother, Tons of hugs and kisses, Even though you're just my grandmother, You're the best mother ever, And no one can disagree, And even though you're just my grandmother, You're still a mother to me.
The last time I saw you alive you hugged me tight and said my name as we danced. We only moved a few steps but it felt like the music played until the DJ said last call. Little did I know you were teaching me the new step, the step of letting go. Never had I felt the expression of dance embodying my nerves with love from head to toe. I watched over you as you tossed and turned to find comfort with your discomfort... With your pain! I wished I could have shouldered your pain, I wish I could have bottled lighting so you can once again feel the purity of rain. What is a spot light that doesn't dim? An ANGEL! A angel whom memories run through me like a white wall receiving invitation from a projector and its film. My thoughts are lost within its thoughts leaving me vegetated. I ain't much for letting go! As much as I love your new position I hate it. I need your voice, I need to feel your warmth, I need to see your eyes piercing me, I need it.... I need it! Slowly moving left to right as I lead you backwards I felt your breath sigh. I swallowed that breath being breathed; I got you I got you! The world lost focus as God placed our moment in HD. I'm dancing my last dance for the memory of you and me.
Dear Mama, How are you? How are you, mother of my loving childhood? Thy generous spirit is a beckon in my mind Thou hast thou me always to be kind You hands are ever diligent as the Virtuous Woman My heart tickles at the sight of you mama Thy love flows gently as the river Into the crooked stream of my heart How awesome is thy tender love! I'm honoured to be cuddled in the fortress of your arms To be calmed by the wisdom of your soothing tongue In your heart's treasure are little gifts of loving deeds Your supplication to God for me are as the myriad sand How I love thee, O my peculiar friend! Thy heart was made to love and for such a tender heart True love cannot but be requited Your love is the aromatic plant, seasoning my life Now I envision a routine of charity To this world saved by a sacrificial love Which is the truest love of all I'd be an epitome of compassion I cross my heart mama My heart is made fat with kindness I drank the nectar of love And my soul is willing to give back O! life in love is most beautiful! Great father for me, mama And the little baby, Adamma
What can I render to the Lord for all His gifts to me His love His Grace His forgiveness His sacrifice His faithfulness His Joy He who took MY SINS His abounding Mercy His fathomless love His total commitment to my salvation To my wholeness To my welfare To my emotional stability To giving me eternal life He gave a pure white robe to cover me with HIS RIGHTEOUSNESS Because of Jesus-I now know Him as an adoring Father. A Brother who will always walk so close I feel His presence and who always watches over me. A mother whose words and affections surround me daily with care like a Mother hen Proverbs:1:8 What can I render to the Lord who took my pain Who in His own body was wounded and bore the sorrows and my grief I was to going through and the mistakes and the sin ready at every moment to try and trick me out through my life-time- He sent His WORD- His LIGHT to enlighten my darkness and show me clearly the road I should take-(Proverbs: chapters 1to 9) Yes YOU were always ready to defend me, a helpless orphan- for without YOU as my Dad and as my mother- I was abandoned to this world- But Now I can cry with all my heart- ABBA FATHER I love you - But YOU say I LOVE Y MORE O U What can I render to the LORD- MY God- whose precious pure blood was spilt to bear the sins of all our humanity- I will take 'the cup' of Your salvation and honor your name with my life- For only your pure blood is worthy to pay for all sin-I will confess your name before the world for which you died to save -and I will call upon your HOLY name - for your name alone is WORTHY- JESUS. © Brenda V Northeast 28th January 2012
When I'm home sick, sulking half the day because your not here, And getting sadder if I say madder because your not there, I remind myself in an unusual way theres worse fared, If you don't mind being compared, Repeating the many ways you cared, The experiences fondly replayed in many ways, Thoughts and memories that make me gay, Every recipe, every taste, Looking back it all seems in an awkward haste, Now it is what I use to fill my plate, It's what I use so I won't be late, Staying here learning to appreciate, All the miles, trucks caring freight.. For your Christmas gifts the children just can't wait, But if you visit my mind would quake.
Sifting warm sand through my fingers lustrous fine grains glitter my palm. Soothed by the soft powdery touch, I sit for a while under the rocks My bare feet swirl patterns in the sand as I idly watch a beach life unfold Bustling mother's set up home on plaid blankets colourful beach bags thick with togs and towels Buckets, spades strewn all around a picnic stored carefully under a shady umbrella, they gather the children skip giddy with glee slapping sunscreen on lithe limbs with index finger warnings of do's and don'ts. My gaze drifts to little pink sisters, their chubby faces alive with imagination as nimble bodies straddle the sand, all wrapped up in mounds of castles studding their dreams with pearly shells and whispering tales of pretty princesses. At the water's edge long legs prancing tip toeing warmth into the chilly sea up to their waists in crested waves dipping and diving, an ocean of laughter as young lads play splashing and yelling a ball in the air they plunge. Picking up my sandals, I walk up the beach under the bridge past crimson valerian It's balmy perfume scenting a delicious day
Little cute buds Playing, sitting, eating & sleeping Children make life Smiles to tears They show all emotion in life Children make life Growing little everyday They crawl, walk run to embrace world Children make life Innocent at heart Simple joys they cherish live every moment Children make life Dear to every heart They conquer anger with a sheepy smiles Children make life Learning and mimicking They catch every world and act you do Children make life Source of joy They bound the bonds of humanity Children make life Daughters are blessing Bringin prosperity to fathers and society Children make life Sons are strength Mothers see their pride in them Children make life Son or daughter Let the joy bloom in every garden Children make life 7/5/12
Denim dresses, sunshine, clothes hanging from a clothesline and I miss you. Dad and I are getting along just fine he loves to reminisce bout good 'ol times and I'm getting better at listening... I was a happy person who was occasionally sad but lately I've been slipping back. Trying to be strong like you'd want me to be, not a sad person who pretends to be happy. All the sacrifices you made everything that you gave up for me. I'm trying to be a life you'd be proud of, something to show for what you've done, a part of you that lives on but I'm stuck. I just miss you Mom. I keep the house clean like you used to. I run errands I used to run with you. I watch what Dad eats cuz he's all I've got. Then I get in my bed when I turn out the light and just cry and cry and cry. Tomorrow I'll get up do what needs to be done and maybe have some fun after all I'm 22. Then I'll drive home thinking of you and what I'd say to you if I could. Nothing ever comes to mind but... I miss you Mom ............... I do want to tell you the next time I see you that you'll be proud of me. I thought I'd lose myself when I lost you but I know who I am, even without you. You didn't have to worry. I'm gonna be strong when I see you as an adult. However right now I am not strong at all, at all, at all and I'd kill for your strength you forgot to give me when you left. Sometimes I still just can't believe you're gone. And all I do is miss, miss, miss you Mom.
A poem about me? Seriously? That makes me laugh deliriously. To think that I could ever be A poem's subject, tickles me. But if you were to Google my name, You'd find I have some claim to fame. This electronic wonder's sent my words To many lands to be read and heard. My poems have been on written pages, Along with more important sages As has yours been, as well you know it. I love to be called by name--The Poet. It's what I am, not what I do, That you say is of interest to you? When narrowed down to lowly me, There just is not that much to see. I was born quite some time ago, In a state that's noted for its snow. In North Dakota I was born, Quite early on a Sunday morn. I married and I moved away To Washington State where I live today. I live with with simple dignity In this precious land of liberty. I love with all my heart and soul My mother and grandmother role. I love my God, land and family To more or less the same degree. I was raised with love and to show respect And instilled with a steady work ethic. I love my friends, have no enemies. I love to live and live to please. What do I hate? I detest war And long for a world with war no more. I avidly hate a pedophile. A despoiler of children is truly vile. I loved being a daughter, a mother, a wife. In other words--I love my life.
Sometimes I sit and ponder what it may be like to have parents, not always looking for a petty fight the love you feel, always being there for you day o' night I wake up fighting a constant battle, I feel like I am in a circus having to jump through hoops my parents hold to earn their admiration and approval Earning their gold star for the day I was a rebel since day one not trying to conform dancing to the beat of a different drummer Wishing to be accepted for who I want to be and how I seek to spend my hours nothing I ever do, seems to be good enough They talk about "emotional deposits" i.e. spending time with them but they spend too much time picking and proving reacting wrong, saying ignorant assumptions they push me away, each day 'further and further I go as soon as I make enough money I'm gone They act as if my artistic mind couldn't make money like my dreams are distant relatives of which I will never meet but I strive to prove them wrong Its bad enough being one person versus the world but when the army you fight is led by your family, your blood it's twice as hard to get up in the morning, when the suns rays dance on my closed eyelids I try my best to be the kind of person I want to be despite their efforts to kill off my individualistic soul I have given up trying to belong to which I was born unto I'm simply playing the game Hoping to win, one day the chance to be myself as I feel emulates me, and regardless have a proud Mommy and Daddy I do pray, I shall be free to be Heather Rose Marie
Once great always great I say to you. Upside down or right side up you be. Once upon a time and a time once was she. Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two. Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue. She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free. She made them so big the whole of the world could see. She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new. She shined talents never quite seen. Amazing and sparkling from up above, She is the smartest thing ever so keen. She is abundant in spreading Her love. She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven, Separated by the empty shells of leaven! © Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
From a mother to her daughter: Welcome my child to the garden of life You are now ready to face the world so open you eyes Your bright sparkling eyes will see unknown things And you tiny heart will skip beats But don't worry its all normal In my arms you will face no problems Welcome my child to the garden of life Soon you will feel strange emotions Oh! and do you know you have an elder brother? He, your dad and me will take care well of you Soon you will learn to walk with those tiny toes You will learn to speak,walk and write Welcome my child to the garden of life There are treasures yet to be discovered Heights yet to be touched I'll help you in everything you need But just say the word I'm waiting to hear With your cute and tiny teeth You nibble off everything My beautiful seed you will grow with care and love We will give you the best and you will be nurtured There are many things you are yet to see Life is long but worthwhile it will be Welcome my child to the garden of life... :)
My mother, oh my God This woman was extraordinary The woman who gave birth to me The woman who took care of thee My mother This woman was extraordinary A loving mother One who always supported and helped others She would give what she had To bring people out of their struggles Oh my God This women was extraordinary Had her own style She did not walk a straight path She loved my father Although he whipped her behind This woman was extraordinary She kept a roof over her children's head Made sure we were fed Although she had a drug problem that never stopped her Vanessa R. Turner 10/16/52 to 09/17/96 She handled her business She got all that the welfare could give us This woman was extraordinary Over the years she became ill A victim of HIV A dialysis patient Although she faced these challenges she sustained Who she was my mother extraordinary
my bones ache when I look at you see you laughing or see you with your beautiful neck turned awkward and the veins pulse as you sleep it takes me back to think you grew inside me so perfect my best accomplishment I gasp as you read to me your voice bouncy and curious makes me beam my chest fills so full with pride that it aches in the middle where my ribs meet and the small gestures that define you naive questions or that head strong snarl the need for space that i recognize or the way you ponder the this and that of things make my bones ache when i look at you
The one who was always dearest to me But now you are slowly killing me.Words like arrows you shoot to my heart . And I am slowly falling apart. MOTHER,You carried me and gave life to me and yet you cannot let me be. Everything I do is always wrong,yet my love for you still remains strong. MOTHER,I have found love and one so true,but somehow he does not conform to you. You drive him away,you drive me away with cruel and vicious things you say. MOTHER,I am a person on my own,God only gave me to you on loan. If you look into my heart you'll see,a daughter who is true unto thee.
I love my country Zambia I am committed to move it forward-- In the areas of good governance and national building I may go out to another country as visitor-- In pursuit of noble goals for advancement of our nation I will get knowledge and wealth to supplement our national economy-- From being a consumer market to a manufacturing oriented economy I love my motherland Zambia-- I aim at the promotion and building our peaceful nation I will die a little for my motherland Zambia *chipepo lwele PS;Happy 48 years of independence mother Zambia[24/10/2012]
I may not be at home with you 'though it does not mean that you're not near I recollect those things you've done For me throughout the years You've picked me up when I've fell down and soothed my broken spirit; played games and taught me how to grow Worked hard to feed us with it So my heartfelt thanks are in these words as I think of you this way; and all my love is sent to you All year, not just today.
You left me in care & never even bothered to call You've never been there, why am I bothered at all? My whole life I've been desperate for us to have a relationship? How many times do you need to reject me for it to finally make me quit? For 22 years I've dreamt of the day you say you love me Or that you'll show it in the way you hug me I've never stole off you, like my brother and sister & their heroin addiction is why I've always stayed drug free How can I look at you or even say Mother I miss ya It's impossible to miss something you've never had in your life I never shed a tear for my own dad when he died I do my crying on my pad when I write Don't I deserve to know and understand why I was placed in homes? Don't you think that was a lot for me to face alone? Can't talk to you about it because you will just take it wrong All I would get from you is the same old blame and excuses Hostility between us I came to reduce it But it feels like the pain is exclusive Only I can feel it You never showed me love, so i can't accept it from anyone I'm incapable Funny thing is some girls I've dated have found this flaw favourable But I know one day someone will heal it But I'm done trying to rebuild a relationship I never broke Not going to apologise for a story I never wrote Dear mum keep blaming me for our family break-up I never caused it I was 3 years old when you put me into foster care Now I'm 22 is it any wonder I'm exhausted?
My mommy is my daddy too. She comforts me, she gives me strength, always saying how much she loves me and that my daddy does too...my daddy? My daddy who? Who is my dad, doesn't he care? She nurtures, feeds, teaches and disciplines me, tells me life isn't always fair. Where are you dad, why aren't you there? It's my birthday, she tells me "baby I'm sure he'll call", I sat by the phone it did not ring no not at all. She gives me hugs and wipes my tears....where is my daddy? Why isn't he here? Only met him once in all these years. She always tells me "It will be okay", but it's not you see, because at the end of the day, my mommy is my daddy, it's always been that way. I tell my mom I miss my dad, she says "yes baby he misses you too", really mom? You're a liar, I don't believe you, and it's not true. I tell her I hate her for making you go away, she says "I know you're angry, but I love you anyway". She tells me "baby no matter what we still have each other", I tell her I don't need her, I need my father, but my father is my mother and I love her. I love her, for all these years, masked behind her silent heartbroken tears, she never complained nor spoke a harsh word of you, was always...he loves you dear it's true. She chased away boys, mending my broken hearts, was at all of my games and encouraged my arts. Sometimes she would stare and say I have your eyes, "he's a real great man" and I used to believe her even though it was all lies. She would go days without food and work double shifts, skip a bill so I would have Christmas gifts. She always stayed true; my mommy was my daddy too. I love you the stranger that you are. I know the next time I see you it will probably be your demise; your other children will be there and I will give them a hug, no bitter resentment, just love and no cries. I'll tell you, I forgive you, thank you and no hard feelings, because my mommy was my daddy.........not you!
Blessed from the Lord above Sacred by mankind Unconditional passion Man has failed to find Offers you everything Nothing in return Always there to guide you Never leaves you burn Watch your step, don't fall She whispered yesterday Take my hand, stand up tall Told me this today In times of empty of sorrow Holds back her fear Rises like a mountain Wisely starts to hear Her love is like the ocean Overflowing, vast & wide A peaceful calm shelter From wind, rain & tide Never go to bed mad, stay up & fight For you don't know what tomorrow brings That's what she said You'll never be a wise man Unless you face your fears Listen to me son Tomorrow I'll be gone That's what she said Your secret's safe with her Your first crush & date She taught you how to love her Don't drive her home too late A rare special diamond Unique in its own way Endless care & tender Growing day by day How did you do it all? Be a teacher, cook & friend Yet find time to drive me Just can't comprehend! Taught me how to walk Cross the streets, be safe Washed my clothes daily Learn how to behave A poem & a quote Or thousand words I wrote Cannot describe you deeply You're worth my life, I thought O Lord for I'm your servant Protect her, grant her health She yesterday prayed for me And now I'm someone else I'm blessed from GOD to have you You're my number one My soul mate, my companion I love you so much Mum! Never go to bed mad, stay up & fight For you don't know what tomorrow brings That's what she said You'll never be a wise man Unless you face your fears Listen to me son Tomorrow I'll be gone That's what she said
I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to "End It All!" I knew of someone who just wanted "to end it." Giving up on life, and did not want to "defend it." It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone's surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin'! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God's power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The "end" that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus' resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He's so thankful for the blood of Christ' atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton
MOTHER When all alone, quiet, and lost in thought, I see again the times when I was young. I smile for attention I often sought, Knowing if I was sad then you would come. You would dry the teardrops that then would flow, Be my bedside nurse on a restless night. A soothing word and I'd forget my woe, Consoled that you were not far from my sight. Your wrath confused me when I misbehaved, Never believing I was ever wrong. But now I see love through your stormy rage. With your wise words I have grown, oh so strong. So when I think of you, Mother and friend, All regrets are over, all sorrows end.
A lovely lady; Growing inside, a new life. A man in a tux. Another bell rings now. Final grades, balanced college offers, Off to another adventure. Damp ground, headstones. Growing inside, a new life, Done with their adventures. -Caroline Youngless
What a beauty you are! In this very life, my life! Oh vulnerable woman! In your fertile womb, Precious little life, What a beauty you are! Lovely soul takes life bids, Without hesitation, Oh vulnerable woman! Without your weakness, You would not offer love, What a beauty you are! Selfless is your existence; Yielding self to a small one, Oh vulnerable woman! Your delicate body gifted life, And life gives peace as price, What a beauty you are! Oh vulnerable woman! 8/11/14 ** This is dedicated to my wonderful mother who took the risk of giving us all her children - LIFE. My salute to all mothers whose vulnerability is a true beauty!!
You are the light in my darkness, my shelter in a storm. You give me strength when I am weak, and your love to keep me warm. When I was hurting, lost, and hurt, it was your faith that I had used. When I was cold, depressed, and lonely, I stayed alive by your love only. When I felt pushed or shunned away, it was then your friendship made me stay. When I was sick and felt like dying, I knew you loved me by your crying. I knew you loved me, knew you cared, you did what no one else had dared. You took the time to learn, to see, just what I really am in me. You listened to my thoughts and fears, and helped me wipe away my tears. You helped me learn, respect, and love, to pray to God, my Lord above. You're the light in my darkness, I hope you'll see, I'll love and thank you, Mom, for eternity.