Yamaha impressed me the first time I laid eyes on her glistening blond maple wood, her stylish body details, her long fretted mother-of-pearl inlay; lobed with golden keys. Her voice called to me the first time I held her in my arms. I strummed her six strings slowly in the key of G, then moved softly to D and C. All the while, I searched earnestly for her purity in sound quality and style. She was not the most beautiful in the showroom. But oh yes! She did flatter me with her musical presence. She was beautiful to me! I knew from that moment on she would be mine for eternity.
Within the hour, I took her home to meet the family. She was shy on the journey, not making a sound; perhaps due to this being her first automobile ride or simply wanting to see a world she was now a part of. Yamaha was cased in alligator leather, a brown dressing which was stylish for the day. We were both nervous as we arrived and got out of the car. My strong caressing grip on her handle assured her she wouldn’t fall and it would be alright. She knew it would be alright as I smiled at her.
I opened the door, allowing her to enter first. When in the living room, I called to everyone to come meet the newest member of the family. Dad was taken by her simple yet elegant beauty and style. Mom touched her first and she was most pleased. At that moment I realized the importance of first impressions as Mom marveled at how pretty she was. I sat down in the best chair in the living room while Mom listed to Yamaha talk and I sang a popular country love song. I was pleased with the family acquaintance to Yamaha. It was evident she had become a part of the family.
The first few weeks, I couldn’t keep Yamaha out of my arms. I longed to be with her every minute of the day. In my eye, she made me smile by just gazing upon her. I fumbled with her in those beginning days. She ignored my elementary attempts at refinery and permitted me the time to catch up to her mastery rather than bow down to my level. Like any two lovers, both must reach to the need of the other. Only then is love truly in harmony.
Today, Yamaha is not the young glistening blond I held in my arms some thirty years removed. Her wood has been scared by my love to play her. She has received countless face lifts which cover her tainted mother-of-pearl. Her brown leather case dress stands in need of a seamstress care. But as with all things having been learned through love, we now make beautiful music together. She is my treasure, a light into my soul's well. She amplifies my inner being. As I perform, she is glorified. We have grown old together,and gotten better in time. I still hold her in my arms day by day as this lover has risen to her grace and expectations. She is my treasure for a life time.
Copyright © Mark Goodson | Year Posted 2012
IN THE SPRING OF '1999' I WAS LIVING WITH MY DAUGHTER and HER FAMILY IN BLANCHESTER,OHIO. THE HOUSE WE LIVED IN WAS A NICE PLACE, BUT WE DIDN'T HAVE A SCREEN DOOR and SO WE WOULD SIT WITH THE DOOR OPEN MOSTLY DURING THE AFTERNOON. I WILL NEVER FORGET THE MORNING OF MARCH 16th THAT YEAR! MY DAUGHTER WAS AWAKENED BY THE SOUND OF A CAR STOPPING REAL FAST IN THE GRAVEL OUT FRONT, and AT THE SAME TIME WE BOTH HEARD MY SISTER SCREAM: 'ALICE HURRY UP MOM IS DYING'. MY DAUGHTER WAS HANDING MY PURSE and SHOES TO ME AS I WAS WALKING OUT THE DOOR. WE ALL GATHERED IN MOM'S ROOM and WE TALKED, CRIED, PRAYED and WE WAS THERE FOR EACH OTHER; and AT ONE POINT I ASKED HER: MOM, WOULD YOU LIKE US TO SING LIKE WE USED TO IN SUNDAY SCHOOL WHEN US CHILDREN WERE LITTLE? MOM, COULDN'T SPEAK BUT I THOUGHT I SAW A FAINT SMILE ON HER FACE and FOR ME THAT WAS ANSWER ENOUGH. SO, SOME OF US SANG SONGS LIKE: 'PETER,JAMES and JOHN IN A SAILBOAT - or - THERE'S A FOUNTAIN FLOWING DEEP and WIDE - or - HIS BANNER OVER ME IS LOVE' - WHILE THE OTHERS TALKED AMONGST THEMSELVES and PRAYED. MY BROTHER and HIS FAMILY MADE IT IN FROM GEORGIA LATER THAT EVENING and WE ALL VISITED IN MOM'S ROOM and THE ROOM NEXT TO HER'S THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT. THE FOLLOWING DAY ON WEDNESDAY THE 17th DAY OF MARCH IN '1999' AT AROUND 12:15p.m. - GOD SENT SOME OF HIS BEST ANGELS TO CARRY OUR PRECIOUS 'MOTHER' HOME TO HEAVEN. IT'S HARD AT ANY TIME TO LOSE A PARENT, BUT IT WAS REALLY ROUGH LOSING 'MOM', BECAUSE LESS THAN TWO YEARS EARLIER ON NOVEMBER 15,1997 - WE HAD LOST OUR PRECIOUS 'DAD, WHOM I KNOW WITHOUT A DOUBT WAS WAITING AT THE GATES OF HEAVEN FOR OUR 'MOTHER'. MOM, ALWAYS SAID THAT SHE WANTED TO BE BURIED ON THE FIRST DAY OF 'SPRING'; and YES, THE DAY WE BURIED 'MOM' JUST HAPPENED TO BE ON THE FIRST DAY OF 'SPRING'. FOLKS, YOU SEE GOD HAD LISTENED TO MOM'S PRAYER and GRANTED HER THAT WISH! THIS SHORT STORY SOME FOLKS WILL FIND HARD TO BELIEVE, BUT IT'S TRUE and REALLY HAPPENED. FOR THIRTEEN DAYS AFTER WE BURIED 'MOM', A ROBIN WOULD COME and SIT ON THE DOOR STEPS AT ABOUT THE SAME TIME. ON THE FOURTEENTH DAY I SAID: "MOM, IF GOD HAS SENT YOU IN THIS FORM TO CHECK ON ME - I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I WILL BE FINE. AFTER, I WAS DONE TALKING and CRYING THAT 'ROBIN' FLEW AWAY and DIDN'T EVER COME BACK! FOLKS, I MADE A PROMISE TO 'MOM', THAT I WOULD MEET HER and DAD IN HEAVEN WHEN MY LIFE IS OVER ON THIS EARTH and I INTEND TO KEEP THAT PROMISE!
Copyright © ALICE DOZIER | Year Posted 2013
You are the changing moon,
Always shifting, never constant,
Your phases are unpredictable,
Mom, you are the moon, who stands alone in the distance,
Always watching over her stars in the shadows,
Shining your light over our world,
Through our darkest hours of the night.
Copyright © Marilyn Hernandez | Year Posted 2007
She was walking in pride
When I saw her first by my side
I loved the way she walked
And I loved the way she was
She brought smile on my face
With all her acts in grace
She was so cute that I couldn’t stop
Myself from bringing her home
My mom yelled at me
For what I had done
She said she could never forgive me
For my mom is scared of dogs…
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Copyright © Pravallika Apuzzle | Year Posted 2011
Life is an everyday struggle, a struggle that never ends where people die and children cry
and you learn to just pretend. Pretend that you are happy. Pretend that everything is ok.
Pretend that this crap is normal, when you know its not suppose to be this way. They said
God only gives you what you can handle, well I wish he dint trust me so much. Cause eve
been strong for way too long and at this point rim about to bust. Over 10 years i was held
captive in that belly of the beast but that has no comparison to the pain eve endured on
those streets. My precious family dying off 1 by 1, so tragic, so painful i just want to run. I
cant run to my mom God took her to heaven too, since she has been gone i just dolt know
what to do. A piece of me died with her, rim no longer whole...i loved my mom with all my
heart and soul. She wasn't the perfect mother but shes all i knew, mommy if you can hear
me, I love you.Tell Aunt Lisa i love her and im sorry she left this world in so much pain since
shes been gone no one is the same. She didn't deserve to be taken out in that horrific way
but dont worry they are all gonna pay. Life doesn't get any easier, its an everyday struggle,
it never ends...Where people die and children cry and you learn to just pretend.
Copyright © michelle sleister | Year Posted 2010
Where were you when i needed you
Through the heart aches and pain
I always cried for you and you
Never came to my rescue and save me
I waited by the door and the window
Day and night sometimes i stayed up
I was waiting for us to have that girl talk
It never happen and i hate that
Now i am grown up i just wish
that you will love me so that i
will not be alone and without
you physically and mentally
I miss you holding me and telling
me things will become better
for us and we are a team with the
boys they was the impact on my life
they gave me strength when you did'nt
I so thankful for them but even more thankful
for my mom i never got to know
By Shequitta Mitchell
Copyright © Shequitta Mitchell | Year Posted 2010
I had no money to get you something
But that don’t mean you’re nothing
You’re the birthday girl
The best mom in the world
Many years spent with smiles
There were very little denials
I’m glad you are my mother
The days we spend hugging one another
Your birthday is a very special day
No matter what anyone does say
No money to get you a gift
Instead I write a poem to give you a lift
There is not a day that goes by
When I wish you weren’t by my side
As I get older year by year
Always know I’m here if you need a cheer
I hope your birthday brings lots of joy
I’m so proud to be your boy
Copyright © Donald Hull III | Year Posted 2010
Tone I love you with all my heart
I remember when I ask you to marry me
We was only 11 year old
You said ‘YES’ and I told you to sit down right next to me
Tone I ask you again in the 9th grade
You said “YES” and that when I knew you was for me
You remember what you gave me when we first met (the check)
I still have it and you put it on me in the 9th grade.
Tone I ask you again to marry me in year 2000 before you went to army
You said “YES’ I gave you space and you took the space.
Tone I ask you again to marry me on Jan 28, 2008
And you said “YES” I know your man for me and I am the women for you.
Tone remember what special gift you gave me a
cell phone I still have it and I can’t let it go.
Because I sit down and tell you ever thing and you listen.
When I first talk to your mom she call me honey and that when I knew yes you are my husband.
I worried and waiting for you to say the words I need to hear from you and that is.
Rose your “Mrs. W------“ and coming form you it sound so good to hear.
I wait to hear this for 30 years. I love you tone
Tone you make me happy when you make me laugh and when you walk by I just smile so quitly because, I am little shy and you knew it.
Tone yes I talk to mom some time and she love you to but we both have to share you.
Tone thank you for say “I will join what ever church you want me to join to be with you”
Tone thank you for plan A, B, C, D you know what this mean to me.
Tone you shock me when you want to look at suit for the wedding but you have ever thing plan and I love that about my man.
What is my gift next Tone (I wait for the plan) please let it be 1 ¼ chart or 2 ½ chart rock on my little hands.
Tone you got the house pick out for us and ever thing in it
This is what I love about my man.
Tone when we get in our 80s please always keep a special plan.
Copyright © roselee montgomery | Year Posted 2008
Thanks mom for all you've done
Thanks for my sibling we still have fun
Thanks to all who shared their load
In helping get me down this rough bumpy road.
Mom, I feel there were times you want to
quit; but God made you special,that's why
When dad got sick we didn't know what to
do; You call on God, and he brought us
Charish your MOM those of you who still
can, She'll always there to give you a hand
you'll stand tall, and strong in all you do....
a word of thanks to MOM is said so few.
Thanks be to god for a MOM like mine
They're so hard to find in these days and time.
MOM I LOVE YOU
Copyright © Deborah Ruffin | Year Posted 2006