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This Song is for my Mother

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
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
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…….

Copyright © Catman Cohen

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She Cried

       She cried, She died inside over and over again, She was trapped in herself 
and she had no way of escaping. Taking drugs to dull the mud that's been in her 
for years. She's so far away from reality that it's like she is constantly 
She has to remind herself what's fictional and what's fact because the 
hallucinations wouldn’t  let her breath, they’d lie to her every chance she gets. 
Turning her mom into a monster not butterflies suddenly this high becomes a 
nightmare. One she had been fighting for so long, 16 and still traveling the same 
rode as so many younger than her. She didn't listen to all the voices that tried to 
tell her what she was missing because truly reality is the thing that makes life 
worth living. To her reality was the guy who had raped her constantly when she was 
young, Why choose reality when you could live in a dream world where everything had 
excuses. Not only could she not recognize the girl who cried constantly in the 
mirror but she'd done so many things to herself that even her eyes were a different 
It hurt so bad not to remember so she continued to fade until soon it seemed 
In an idiotical world where there were always smiles, It wasn't until she got help 
that she realized the real world was never always pleasant. It was filled with hate 
and lies and pain but that's something real and something she needed to face. 
Something she needed to open her eyes to, life would never be cake and she couldn't 
have her victory without tasting poison at least once. So when the tears dried and 
the wounds healed she signed up for a special thing a thing called GED and she got 

Copyright © Shahana Jackson

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My Grandmother

My Grandmother

As I think back, I think of a rare rose.
One of beauty and meekness.
A spirit that lit up the world.
For she was kind as can be.
I long to go to sleep; just to see her in my dreams,
my grandmother.
For she had a hidden strength that I could not see.
For it is in me, the gift she gave.
I look out into the world and still can see the light.
That light that guides me.
For beyond the clouds, heaven awaits.
I can still see my grandmother.
She's watching over me.

Copyright © Earline Tate

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The Definition Of A Real Woman

(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.

Copyright © Tay Reid

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I'm Sorry

 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

Copyright © jaremy mount Jr

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Brighter Day

Guide Our way to a Brighter Day
What I thought I cherished must only perish
The beginning and the middle
Ended in a self serving riddle
Broken remains 
Of a Dream yet to Be
Of a Higher Love
For You and Me
Love Mom 

Copyright © Ninette Carey

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Let the light shine bright on thee tonight
of the times I remember as a child
you never said much but your actions spoke
in the tradition of all ltalian folk
creating your meals with a classic flair
of pasta and soups with delicate care
your solemn look of holding back pain
but always a smile when the dinner came

as a child in Salerno, you dreamed of life
of writing words but it wasn’t to be
In the new world, America, you finally wed
to Joe, your amore then little ones came
quickly then slowly and then
there were six
and of the six begat twelve
extending the line to races and creeds

for your children you were  always there
in your final days we were left to compare
your legacy of love 
to all your family and friends until the end 

Dedicated to my mother
Maria Vincenza (Ardovino) Sergi


Copyright © Ralph Sergi

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In the morning at 4am
Ma took me in her arms
She said "Let's go out little Ben"
As she walked through the barn

The day before, Ma was crying
Searching for air as she gasped
Strangers asked her to stop trying
They said it's for the best

Food was so scarce in our village
Poverty in display
The robbers and thieves they pillaged
To everyone's dismay

Mama tried hard to keep me well
Since Daddy was long gone
But she's a victim in this hell
In hell, hope never dawns

The day before, they came to us
They said one word "Adopt"
Mama cried when they called me "Love"
When she smiled, my heart stopped

In the morning at 4am
Ma woke me up from sleep
She said "Let's go out little Ben"
Crossing the forest deep

I asked Mama where we're going
She clasped my hand so tight
I saw my fate not a knowing
Everything was a blight

We came a halt at a doorstep
Handsome house with grandeur
Ma ran the bell; I held my breath
The door opened; I shuddered

Ma pulled me close, and held me tight
Rocking me as she swayed
She said "Darling, hold your head high"
Mama don't go away

ILAS (04/02/2015)

Copyright © IL AS

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Living my dream

Living my dream

I had one dream when I was young
To go to another land
In life I wasn’t satisfied
I wanted something grand
Lions, tigers. Kangaroos
And all those wild, wild beasts
Africa, South America
Or Australia at least.

Possessive Mother was my curse
How could I get away?
Every time I mentioned it
She had so much to say
And made me feel so guilty
Really cramped my style
And then one day there came along
Something to make me smile

I’d just turned my nineteenth year
When this great girl came along
She hailed from West Australia
And filled my heart with song
So we got married, had some kids
And here we are in Oz
Been here for half a century
And I came here all because

It was my fate to find this girl
She was my destiny
There’s be a whisper in the skies
That knows how things will be
It takes one’s soul, and leads it on
So growth, it might occur
And I know that west Australia
My heart, it sure does stir.

4 August 2013 @ 1440hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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A Mother Like no Other

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...

Copyright © Eliza Dimagiba

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Dearest Mother

When I was a mere half grown boy
There was one thing that brought me joy
Animals; silken and fleecy 
Like look much better lying still and peaceful. 

Hide them in the store cupboards 
Or push their bodies below the creaky staircase
Mother don't look, Mother don't fret 
If she knew what I was doing, she'd have me dead. 

But one day I heard a scream
My dearest looked upon my eyes a'gleam 
"O young boy, what have you done?" 
Holding a lifeless mouse beneath her soft thumb. 

Mother didn't like it, Mother was afraid 
She slapped a hard ruler across my knuckle blade 
I thought to my self, this was a brutish deed 
Perhaps Mother would also like to bleed? 

I drew out my Bowie knife, a smile on my face
Where her heart would be, I put the blade in its place 
She fell to the ground without a moments hesitation
Her pretty face now red as a carnation. 

Mother wasn't moving, Mother wasn't warm. 
The former pinkness of her cheeks had become whitish and forlorn 
The only trace of colour left 
Was a trail of blood, leading up to her chest. 

I couldn't bear to see her face in such a state 
With a swipe of my handkerchief, off the blood came
After all it was not proper
For such a winsome face to be tinted with pain. 

The sight of the red-stained handkerchief in the night
Could have given anybody a stage worthy fright 
But O, not me, I found the sight alluring! 
Her pasty body next to me, I writhed my hands in jovial mourning. 

Mother, dear Mother, most precious to me
Your body now rests where you formerly slept 
Instead of your insides being blood and hot lungs
It's brimming with crisp cotton, some fabric for your tongue.

Copyright © Sasha Kulichenko

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Giving Me Strength

I was often scared as a child,
I would close my eyes tight.
Things always seemed to go wrong,
When would they ever go right?

A lot of things happened, 
When I was very young.
Now the memories are fading,
Except the sad songs life had sung.

My mother gave me strength.
She gave me the power to live. 
My mother was the one who needed strength,
But taking advantage of her was all I did. 

Copyright © Morgan Weygant

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If Only

Dark clouds loomed overhead... White flowers lay there on her grave, Raindrops started falling and people scurried, I just stood still and tried to be brave. For the tears they were welling up inside, Like a dam about to give way; My hands were quivering, my lips were dry, The colour from my face was drained. I walked up to the mound of wreaths, A single tear rolled down my cheek. I set myself down on one knee... The dam burst, I began to weep. If only I had told her how much I loved her! If only I hadn’t fought with her every day! I just wanted to tell her I was sorry... I just wanted to make it all okay. She had worked so hard to keep me happy, She used to toil all day When I was hurting she would smile and kiss me, And make the pain go away. When there was no money for me to go to college, She had sold her car and paid the fees; When I failed in my exams and had given up hope, She had helped me get back on my feet. All my life she was the one person Who believed in me when no one else did; I don’t know why I used to fight with her, If only I hadn't screamed and shouted. All these years she faced such hardships, Just to make sure I had everything I wanted, Yet instead of being grateful to my mother, All I had shown her was anger and hatred. Now I knelt on a dark cold rainy day, Struggling to find words to say... If only I could tell her I was sorry If only I could make it all okay.

Copyright © Samuel John

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I conceived you in my mind.
I carried you around in the depth of my heart.
sitting under the tree of life,
I heard your song,my unborn child.I sang
it while I waited. I sang it while I waited.
I told your father of the song-
our child will sing.

He danced in morning glory,
he dance in morning glory.
I danced with your father
and he place you in my womb,
he placed you in my womb-
As we sang the tune;
We knew you'd be here soon.
I nurtured in my womb
-I nurtured in my womb.

And on the day that you came-
We were all familiar with your song
the day you arrived,
We all knew your song and sang,
your lovely song and sang.. you are alive.
We rejoiced in your song.

You grew up to be strong,
and when you did wrong,
we'd correct you with your song.
We'd caressed -with your song.
All the days of your life;
You shined our eyes with Joy.
When you returned
to where children come from;
Your life had been long.

The words to your song...lingered on.
We are now all gone;
 But your song still remains. 
From birth -
Your song still remains...
with those left on earth.


Copyright © Vicki Acquah

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The big cat roars

A big cat roared in the wilderness,
As the birds fled to the skies,
As the echo's of the thunderbirds
Be drowning out their cries.
As mad, mad man goes off to war,
And young men die 
Oh Lord what for?????

The dark green bird with the big propeller 
Be dropping off some fine young fellows,
To fight a mad, mad, war in tears
As anguished mothers face their fears.
As boys, some dying for leaders pride,
Be forced to thrust their souls aside.

The Romans march they off to war,
They're still with us, and that's for sure.
The Gulf, Iraq and Vietnam
Does anybody give a damn???
About boys dying in the night,
And who be wrong and who be right.?

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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My Family

My Family is very important to me
We are all united
We all love each other
Being together just makes us so excited

Now I'm going to tell you about my mom
She loves us all
She is always so calm
She does so much for us

Next up is my dad
He always tries to be so funny
But his jokes are so bad
It's really quite sad

Last is my brother
He really likes to dance
He's really like no other
Being silly is really his thing

Copyright © Hannah Stockwell

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In the Quiet of the Breeze    My Spirit Must Look Back too.....  a Darkness that took place....    Unfathomable to Face....    What I didn't See....  Is such a Disgrace...  How could I not know....   How could I not see....  How could I not feel   How could it be.....   I have no one to Blame but Me!!   I am so Sorry!!    My Darling Daughter xo that ' THIS' has come to be!!   May God in his Mercy bring Peace to Your Soul an Set You Free..xo

Copyright © Ninette Carey

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Back in time: A Space Knight blues

Before I stepped into this brave new Valley of The Tears,
My mother used to sing me songs of Knights all brave and fierce.

She told, as she was herself told by her own mother dear
That they came from far back in time, some millions and a year. 

These Knights, I've never seen but with my closed eyes in her womb
And in those days, they rode in holy circles in my room.

The circles went all up and down like in a whirling pool,
With lights and fires everywhere and seats as soft as wool.

These nights of sleepless nights, as I played witches with a broom,
I never knew the lights I saw were real witchcraft and gloom !

'Twas like a fairy tale to me, with engines swirling 'round
And angels white and brilliant surrounding holy ground:

The pearls of white and blue beryls and stones as red as wine,
and the gemstones, and amethysts and crystals so divine !

I used to travel back in time with windows open wide,
But one day, the Knights came and brought me to the world outside;

That's when I was born to my mother as a mammalian,
Until the doctors discovered I was a reptilian...

which means that for the human race, I am THE ALIEN... 

by Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday from Madagascar

Copyright © Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday

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Growing up I remember coming home,
  A little past the time you told me to,
A little late, a little scared all the way home,
  Thinkin' of a lie to tell you,
Knowing anything I said you weren't,
  Gonna believe me anyway,
I didn't want to disappoint you,
  Guess I was ashamed more than afraid,
I'm sorry Mama,
  I've always let you down,
When you're dreaming and you're sleeping,
  I'm writing all this down,
The devil keeps me awake,
  Sometimes for days on end,
But he can't take away my thoughts of you,
  My babies, my paper, and my pen,
I'm so sorry Mama,
  But mama will you make me just one promise,
Watch over them and the first star in the sky,
  Remind them to make a wish,
Mama just one more thing,
  For the little angels who lost their mommy,
Please be to them, what you were to me,
  And please tell them, I'm sorry Mama.


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Part of me died that day

Words I never thought I’d read,
Made your intentions clear indeed

You were created in love
A special gift from God above,
Your tiny hands and feet
So innocent and so sweet
You are my son, my reason for living
What have I done that makes you so unforgiving?

As we celebrate the joyous birth
A newborn life has come to earth
A symbol of such hope and joy
A beautiful, healthy, baby boy
My son has a son and a son
Nanna’s job has just begun

I gaze at the text on my phone
In this busy terminal, I feel so alone
I have never mistreated you in any way
How can this be what you say?
“You do not deserve to see your grandchildren, anyway
Have a good flight and be on your way!”

I board the plane in a daze
30 hours pass in a haze
My dying mother sees my pain
But I do not wish to complain
So I smile and shrug; what can I say
But part of me died that day

Copyright © Huberta van Akkeren

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Upon a Bed of Petals

On a pile of fragrant petals,
I found a small bird nest.
It had fallen from the plum tree 
And settled there to rest.

The blue eggs were all unbroken,
Petals had softened fall.
Mother bird was loudly chirping,
Hovering over all.

I dared not touch the fallen nest
To leave a human smell.
I merely looked into its depths
To see that all was well.

Pushing bright petals around it
To hide it from plain view,
I gave a wave to mother bird
And said, “It’s up to you.”

I did not chance that way again
For a full month or more. 
I stopped to check upon the nest
That had been there before.

The eggs were gone, the fallen nest
Was lying all askew.
I worried that bad had happened
To the small eggs of blue.

And then I heard a happy sound
And spied the mother bird.
A message passed from her to me
Without a single word.

I took her song as a thank you
For my feeble attempt
To guard her nest from predators
Who’d treat it with contempt.

There were four balls of downy fluff
On the branch right by her side.
I stopped to admire her little brood,
Then went on with my ride.

Copyright © Joyce Johnson

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Nothing Matters

Inspired by and based on L’Étranger by Albert Camus

I'm a stranger to you, even stranger to me
I'll pass you by like a memory
Of innocence and ignorant bliss.
I feel nothing every time we kiss

I feel nothing each day I'm alive
Nothing matters, we're all gonna die
When and how, I could not care less
I don't care for the life over which you obsess

It can be changed but should I bother?
This life is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, didn't Mother die today?

Reflecting the sunshine on the blade of a knife 
To turn away or to take his life?
I stopped to think as he hit the floor
His breathless body took four more

Now I'm being punished for refusing to lie
If my life is the price then I'll sacrifice
I am not like you, I refuse to pretend
And if truth equals crime then I will not amend

It can be changed but should I bother?
This life is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, didn't Mother die today?

But I found myself in this nothingess 
And learnt to embrace the indifference
The end is nearing but there is no pain
For some strange reason, I feel happy again

I'm a stranger to you, even stranger to me
My blind rage has washed me clean
Proud to say that in this life so absurd
I never belonged to your condemned herd

I could have changed it but I didn't bother
This death is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, dear Mother, I'm alive again

Copyright © Roman Atkin

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Rescue 911

Look after Joe our mother said
We promised we would do it
She needed a break from all of us
And went out of town for a visit.

It was the spring of '93
The blizzard had ruined my place
So Sam was helping clean up my yard
Little did we know
We'd soon be red in the face!

I went down to check on Joe
He asked me to regulate his shower
I told him I'd do it later
And asked if he could wait an hour.

An hour passed, then two
We were busy with what we were doing
We forgot Joe needed a hand
And was sitting, waiting, stewing.

When I remembered to go back
I found it out of my power 
For Joe had taken matters into his own hands
And was stepping out of the shower.

You adjusted the water, I began
Oh no Miss Emily
I could not do it myself
It was that nice policeman.

Where did you find a policeman
Out here in the sticks, I cried
Knowing in my heart something was wrong.
Easy Miss Emily, I figured it out
I needed help, 
So I dialed 911.

I was horrified, afraid they would think us bad
For neglecting our uncle that fine spring day
Too busy to give him what he needed
Scared they'd take him away.

Oh no probem Jane
The man said when I called
We understand what happened today
Just tell Uncle Joe if he does it again
That out of his pocket he'll pay.

Our mother was not happy with us
But eventually thought it great fun
That Uncle Joe took matters into his own hands
And for help, dialed 911.

Copyright © E.J. Smith

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Last night I dreamt

Last night I dreamed

The dream I had was all in white
As pure as driven snow
And the whiteness of it all
Did bring me down quite low
There was something very scary there 
In the whiteness of it all
The sameness there in everything
Kind of drove me up the wall.

I looked into the neighbours yard
As the sun was shining bright
I heard an infant screaming loud
There bathed within the sunlight
Was parked a pram upon the lawn
Which glowed with mystery
My mother’s passion was aroused
I took a look to see

I peeped into that pure white pram 
A babe was lying there
All swaddled in a pure white shawl
Just white was everywhere
The whole wide world, Was beamed in light
It was a scary feel 
I found myself in corridors 
This place it seemed unreal.

Each corridor was long and winding
Like serpents, in my dream
And everywhere were locked, white rooms
This place to me it seemed
Like a hospital, insane asylum
Or something of this kind
I just ran round, and round, and round
With panic in my mind.

I could not find my room at all
And every one I asked
Just looked at me with blank expressions
It was a mammoth task
Trying to find where I was at
It almost drove me mad
And then I saw my. Daughter there
And boy! this made her glad.

She handed me the baby
And told me loudly “Take it”
And then I woke up from my sleep
It made me think a bit
As to what this dream was all about
It was the strangest dream
I’d love to get into my mind
And find out what it means.

28 July 2013 @ 1417hrs.


Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Mother Dear

Two am and something's gone wrong here.
It looks like I have drank all my wine, "I'm so thirsty", I can't
wait for tomorrow.
No shame, I shall drink Listerine.
Six am, this drink has me weary, I'm wasted, but my well has run dry.
To the liquor store, I walk down to the corner, I'm early and it's raining but I still wait there outside.

Mother dear, I am sorry I failed you, but your son has a thorn in his side.
When I was young you had such expectations, intentions, were not for you to cry.
Father sir, tell me why did you leave us?
A coward, man you ran off to hide.
I'm sorry sir that I never have met ya.
But if it were now, well, you surely would die.

Throughout my life I have made many wrong turns, I found my way although I cheated and lied.
I hurt someone who once told me she loved me,
and burnt the bridge as I left her behind.

The days are long as my train travels slowly,
closer, toward the end of it's line.
I made my choice and stand by my decision.
Denying remorse but with tears in my eyes. 

Copyright © robert burke

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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!


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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mother and son

Pride, Joy, unconditional love, football, hockey, baseball games, these are a few things that went through my head, when I realized I was having a son.

Watching my tummy grow, feeling you do flips, kicking me endlessly in my ribs, my goodness, I guess I shouldn't have eaten that spicy food after all but mom has to eat.

Hearing your heartbeat the first time brought tears to my eyes,  knowing you were healthy, was all I needed to know. Finally on July 28th of 98, I got to meet you, my newborn son. Surprised by your big blue eyes, you were a beautiful sight. I had to catch my breath, when I found out your birth weight, all ten pounds, nine ounces and 22,inches long, My God what did I eat?

The first one to hold you was your proud dad, he had love in his eyes, his life in his arms, He helped give you your very first bath. An instant connection he felt, forever it will last.

My bond between a mother and son is like nothing else,  my favorite time was when I was feeding you, with you feeding off my breast. My precious son Joshua, a young manyou are becoming, forever you have my heart.

Copyright © Jennifer Donnay

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A Dead Girl's Final Wish

Music is my home,
Written when I am alone.
Nobody is hear to save me as I slash
 my wrists and they turn scarlet.
 My mother and father walks through the door,
 my mother screams and ,
my father seems dazed,
The doctor say if it was not for the fact,
 That my heart was not strong i would have survived,
The boy and girl who pushed me to commit sucide,
 spits  and dance on my grave,
they defile it and call me names,
 even though i am dead i will still hear them,
talk and say mean things,
to my mother and father,
They spread rumors that are untrue,
A voice calls out and asks me what
I want to do?
 I cry out let me live give me a second chance,
I'll grant you this calls the voice,
The next thing I know I am in a hospital in the intensive care unit,
I try to speak my mother puts her finger to my lips she is crying,
i Had been on the way to the morgue when my eyes open and i started to breathe,
The same bestfriend who i have known all my life has finally shown her jealous side 
 and called me a witch, and a zombie, or even a creature from hell.
They Took her to the other side of the hospital and put her in the physchartric unit,
The boy went to jail for attempted murder and i knew i had a plan lined all out for me

Copyright © Cheyenne Nienhueser

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Dear Dad

It is now twenty years
I still recall the tears
I still recall the shame
Dad you are to blame
I know this you did not expect
You will call it disrespect
sorry but you I respect.

Dad I remember
The memories fresh in my calendar
Her tears and pain imprinted in my heart
Dad my mother you did hurt
As a good woman she played her part
She never ever set your heart apart.

when we did good I and brother
we were as bright as the father
when we did wrong I and brother
we were as foolish as our mother
so we were beaten like our mother
she wiped our tears
she ended our fears.

Dear dad here I am
Growing into a man
will it please you
when I beat my wife too
will it please you
when I call my wife a fool too
will it please you
when my children never call me dad
I find this hard dad.

Dad that woman you called a fool
she taught me to respect women in full
she taught me that a woman
Is a necessity to a man
she taught me never
To lay a hand on a woman ever
Dad this foolish wife
Taught me how to love in my life

Copyright © Griffins Ndhine

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Because She Loves You

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! 

Copyright © Anthony Stern