When I was only five
Heard mommy always's say
Angel keep being naughty and you won't make it to
Entry for Adam Hapworth's
Captcha Acrostic Contest
Copyright © Katherine Stella
Miss you, dear Mom…you left our lives so long ago,
And well before you even had a chance to know
The sweet, now grown, grand kids so little when you left…
In all these forty-three plus years I’ve been bereft,
Living each day to know the special things you missed…of
Doing without your presence and embracing love…
Although, I know you’re watching, loving from above.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
Contest: Acrostic on Mother’s Day
Sponsor: Tammy Reams
Copyright © Sandra Haight
on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you
as your thoughts become known
only then your age is shown
Copyright © brandy wassam
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
Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT
N ever a harsh word spoken
I love you mom he says every day
C aring and considerate
H appy and carefree
O n the ball about his chores
L ooking for food in the cupboard doors
A lways eating me out of house and home
S haring time with mom before he leaves home
Copyright © michelle phillips
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
Copyright © Onis Sampson
M is for the many things she does for you.
O is for offering a hug every time you needed it.
T is for the thanks she did not always receive.
H is for the help she was always there to give you.
E is for being the most excellent mom of all.
R is for raising you into the person you become.
A quick piece I just finished for Mom's everywhere on Mother's day.
Copyright © Kim Morrison
Do not think I will have forgotten you
I could never dismiss such an angel
Never was there a better mom
Knowledge bestowed from within
You were sent to me from the Lord
Copyright © Judy Konos
Memories old of carefree days
Aimless paths I took behind your gaze
Raging fire of youth made me break free
Intrusion and advise had me in a wrecking spree
Yet you stayed by me, when I lay beaten
As a ship in search of a beacon
Mom, I am blessed, for there you were, arms open.
© (2 April '15)
Copyright © poesy relish
"M" is for mine, my mother and no one elses
"Y" is for you because you are the one and the only one
"M" is for the million things she gave me,?
"O" means only that she's growing old,?
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,?
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;?
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,?
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,?
<3 <3 <3
Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER,"?
A word that means the world to me....
<3 <3 <3
Copyright © Jordan Chung
Sunitha my mom , a strongest women ever I met.
Urging to be a best mom you surrender yourself by burying your materialistic life.
Napless night you went through for the sake of nourishing my childhood.
Immortal love and your wishes gave a path to my success.
Taught me the best you could and made a pace for me in your heavy scheduled life,
Happiness or sadness;bad or good; pain or guilt you were always beside me!
And with proud I say I'm your daughter and wanting to be like you in my future!!
By Harshitha Gn
Dated on 22/03/2015
Copyright © Harshitha Gn
Turkey in the oven.
Hands on basting and rubbing.
All adults on deck for setting the table.
Not a seat empty for even a child so able.
Knocks on the door as family arrives.
So happy Mom's in the kitchen, now we'll survive.
Getting the TV all warmed up for a day of football.
In and out the kids run up and down the hall.
Velvet cake hides behind the fruit not seen.
In comes the family passing through the kitchen with gleam.
No samples tasted for Mom is the boss.
Getting ready for this meal still a salad to be tossed.
Day begins with smiles and joy.
All fall asleep for the deserts are my toy.
You have to love this day of thanks for Mom and Dad and every girl and boy.
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico
Your belly has grown so big, the glow on your face is priceless, your hair so vibrant, I love the smile on your face when you feel your little one kicking, I love it when you crave weird foods, everything is going well, you are 8 months now, you look like you are going to pop, your feet swell, your in the bathroom more than the toilet bowel is, you can not wait for this to be over, your almost 9 months now you feel a wetness on your chair, it is time, you rush, you prepare, but you never seem to have everything, your at the hospital, your about 3 centimeters dilated, there is still some time to go, your patient, you waited this long, your 7 centimeters, 8, and 9, you hope it is almost time, you feel like you want to push, you push, and push, you hear the baby cry, you believe that things are okay, because that is what you were told, so it is time to say goodbye, you are tired and need some sleep, you hold your baby for some time, you pass him to the nurse, she sings him a lullaby, you fall asleep, your sleep was dreamless, but you are now awaken in a nightmare that will never end, your baby is in a forever sleep, but how could this end, it just all began, you do not know what happen, you heard his cry, you touched him, he opened his eyes, so why is he gone, from this day you will forever be changed, you held your true love tight before the nurse took him away, you blamed yourself, you question your actions, but it was not your fault, this just sometimes happens, you try to move on with your life, but that becomes difficult, you smile but you are frowning inside, you try to make things right, you try to hide your pain, but everyday you live in sorrow, I know that you are not perfect, but you need to look forward to tomorrow, you can not change what happened, you carried a little angel for 9 months long, then God took him so fast, maybe he has special plans for him, in heaven he is having a blast, even though you do not have him with you, I know that he loves you so, because I saw the way he looked at you, this is something that I know, you are the best mom in the world, I am so glad that he atleast got to meet you, it is not easy to carry on like you do, with the positive attitude that you show, I know one thing for sure, your the strongest mom I know.
Copyright © stephanie hanvey
Being an adoptee, It was a
dream to meet my biological
mom, wrap my arms around
her, and thank her for giving
the chance at a beautiful life.
Upon our meeting in 2011, she
asked me in Spanish tongue if I
forgive her. This poem is my
response to her.
My hands grow cold in a room
And yours, a fusion of water,
bone, and light
In the tender palms of a grown
These are the moments when
prayer is vital,
When the stillness of the
heavens still cannot describe
How perfect your face looks.
Thirty three years can't
separate a man from his words.
Nor can it separate a man
From his heart.
Mom, if I can hold your hands,
I will tell you
In absolute silence,
Every second of my life.
Copyright © Steven Riley
Both Mom and Dad felt so very ill at ease.
Impotent when it came to discussing the birds and bees.
Reading up on how to handle a subject so delicate,
Determined to provide Johnny with knowledge accurate!
Sit down, there's something we need to discuss with you,
And it ain't your acne - it's a topic about which you have no clue.
Nothing will be held back - we're laying everything on the table.
Don't be shy about asking questions and join in if you're able.
Because this matter is so important we want you to be well versed.
Endure with us because we want you to hear it from us first.
Excuse me Mom and Dad, save your breath, 'cause you see,
Sex education was thoroughly discussed in school during my puberty!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 10 in Carol Brown's "The Birds and Bees" Contest - September 2010
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw
They both dreaded that day,
Explain to their only child about the
Birds and the bees
In stepped mom with the flowers
Ready to explain all about pollen and fertilization
Dad looked bewildered, rubbing the side of his head
Stating, “Did I forget your birthday”? While eyeing the flowers
Anxiously he said,
"No! Don’t tell me your are pregnant again, I
Doubt I can go
Through this again,"
Having to sit there and
Entertain herself the daughter decided to ease their pain…
Both looked traumatized when she
Eventually said, “I know all about being in love, all about sex, it’s part of our curriculum
Even the difference in male and female anatomy gets explained”
So mom if you are pregnant, I can tell the baby all about the birds and the bees one day!!"
Contest: The Birds and the Bees
Copyright © Wilma Neels
M-other of three
A-nd loving wife of 30 years
R-emembered in the hearts of the whole family
Y-ou were always there for me and helped me to conquer my fears
C-ounting on you all those years.
A-lways there for the entire family
T-aught me and my brothers how to succeed
H-elped us all whenever we were in need
E-veryone always counted on you
R-unning from no one and no problem
I- don't know how you could do all of this
N-othing seemed to stop you
E-ntire family is now lost without you
F-orging on without you has been so hard
O-nly you were able to heal my mind
R-emembering you always
S-ad that you are not here, I will always
H-ave you on my mind
A-nd in my heart
Y-ou will never be forgotten, your memory will always be with the entire family
Copyright © Matt Forshay
So many times I counted on you
Times only you could help me through
Reasons unexplained; you gave no aid to me
Every single day now, you are failing.
No excuses, no lines, no reason is good enough.
Getting too worn? Is your life too tough?
Think, for a change, about the children you raise.
How can you help when your fires of failures blaze?
Stay down just once, perhaps it will help.
Utmost quit giving, impudent whelp.
Children need you not, despite what you think.
Children need you not to pull them from any brink.
Eloquence, that language you do not speak.
So unlike them and, to their ears, your tongue does reek.
So much so, they ought never your counsel seek.
Lowly you, it is best you disappear.
Out from us, we require you be away from here.
Voids in our hearts your absence will not give.
Indeed, the lack of your presence would help us to live!
Never to be remembered would your memory be.
Gladly forgotten by all, even, especially me.
And now that you’ve suffered, dear mother, through preceding stanzas three,
Do not forget that which you yourself know is most important to me.
Other than substance and body of poetry
Remember how much thought I put into titling.
Excepting this verse, the one after, and its next
Yonder title applies to the words of this text.
Of course I would not truly let it be
Under no circumstance to write of you disrespectfully.
Mother, my mother, to whom none can compare,
Outshine all you will in both present and future years.
Mother, my mother, a burden like yours, truly few can bear.
Copyright © Jonathan J.
Always there to give a hug or reassuring kiss
Master of healing the smallest cuts and nicks
Ordering up exactly the right amount of love and kicks
Moms are the biggest heros and cherished by their kids.
Copyright © Brian Magness
this poem is inspired by my mom
M om I love you
A round you I love o be
R age always get between us
I n god we trust to guide us
A lways we find a way to fix our problems
M om I love you
A rgue I think we always will
C onsequences I’m sure you will always teach me the right way
I ndividually we will always have our differences
A nd in any problems that I have I’m sure you will always
S ave me
I love you mom
Copyright © josh torres
M Mom was never one her duty to shirk
A accountable to God and her spouse.
G Giving her heart, soul and mind to her work,
D determined to make a home of our house.
A Attending to needs of neighbors and yet
L loving her husband and three kids the best.
E Every night she'd pray, forgive and forget
N never failing to welcome God as our guest.
A A mentor mom, she was righteous and blessed.
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet
Momma's stockings she made hanged on cherry wood
Attributing back to the days that she could
Nevertheless filled them with treats as she should
Tickled us with stories by the hearth Christmas eve
Enchanting us with smiles, playing traditional "Greensleeves"
Loveable mother I sit, looking at the mantel and grieve
Copyright © Lauren Smith
1Is the person my mom gave life to.
9Months waiting to see the light.
9Hours of pain.
4First kisses my mom gave me.
Copyright © juan onate
How many meals have we children eaten there?
Although possible to count, it’s vaporized in thin air.
Zilch is not the number and we don’t have a clue,
Eating was foremost but mom had other offerings too.
Longing as we do for her kitchen’s sights and sounds,
Scarcely any scraps ever left for neighboring hounds.
Kings’ never ate better and it’s very easy to see,
I just look in the mirror at the extra inches on me.
This little lady knew more than just how to cook.
Calmly speaking without hesitation or a second look,
“Heavenly Father, bless this food.” reverential in mood.
Each word gave us a lesson, in her non-musical etude.
Now mom cooks in heaven waiting for us to arrive.
Copyright © John Trusty
My mom writes me
Which makes me happy
We live two hours away
But always have a lot to say
I see her now and then
And hate to see it come to a end
She's getting older
And more bolder
I miss her a lot
And she'll never be forgot
My mom is great
Which is not late
I love you mom
As each day is calm
Copyright © Eve Anderson
She yells for her mother but her mother doesn't come running. She yells and
yells noticing her mothers not coming. She's now thinking that her mom is out
running the streets and she'll get tired and come back to eat. She sits in her
room in this small little section. She sees something move noticing its only her
reflection. She knows her mom will be walking through those doors real soon.
So she sits there and wait patiently in the living room. So walks in the kitchen to
get a bite to eat. She looks down and to find two black feet. She throws her hands
over her eyes and screamed. Praying and praying that what she saw was only a
dream. What she saw was no dream at all and at this moment only thing she
could feel was her heart fall. She dropped to her knees,hands now covered in
blood. The blood of mother is just what it was. She never knew of such a person
that would do this to her mother, because even though her mom wasn't always
there but she still loved her. Even though they struggled with a lot of pain and
sorrows they'd still have time to work it out and be okay tomorrow. She was a
mom that tried to stay strong for her kids and even through all those trails and
tribulations that is just what she did. All because her life wasn't perfect as a girl,
she was a mother that wanted her kids to be ready for the world. They have made
it through a lot, I mean her and her brother, but one women that tried to make it
work was her mother. Well the only last words she could say. Was that she loved
her mom very much and to wish her a very Happy Mothers Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright © Felicia Mack