Jubilation filled the room and lit my mother’s face on her 80th birthday.
Everyone she loved, both friends and family, had come from near and far away.
A huge surprise, the secret was well kept by all, even by her children, all seven!
Never had she felt such joy; through tears she said,“This is how it must be in Heaven."
Written 3/20/2015 and dedicated to a beautifully spiritual and strong woman who raised eight children, one that died in the 80's, and who lost her husband to Alzheimer's several years ago. Today she lives alone in our Iowa home town and fends for herself. Spry and independent, she will be 84 on March 23. Happy Birthday to my mother!
Please check out the slide show of the wonderful family reunion we had in 2013!
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich
Can a child ever forget, how deep a mother’s love abides
All those days since birth, till now I’m grown she guides
Remembering her smile, so tender, so warm as her embrace
More than soothes away my pain, my fear of failure and disgrace
Even in my dreams she comforts, her voice, her scent would stay
Never will her being mother stop, till when I’m old and gray.
26 March 2015
Contest : Acrostic on Mother's Day - 1st Place
Sponsor : TAMMY REAMS
Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez
Was there ever a time she doubted my love?
As a child, did I let her know how much her acts of kindness meant?
No one will ever love me as she did.
Decades have passed, but my heart still yearns for her touch.
Ageless is the affection for the mother who lives in my heart.
*Written March 15, 2015, in honor of my mother who passed far too young in 1984.
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire
A As always in my darkest hour, she still comes to calm my fears
L Like the flower's scent in the dark of night, she will come to soothe my tears
I I can sense, in the gentle breeze's touch, the softness of her skin
C Could there be found, in a thousand poems, a love so pure as this?
I I know it sounds beyond most realms, and some may call it myth
A Although she's gone, and time has passed, forever does exist
For the contest sponsored by Tammy Reams
Mother's Day Acrostic
Copyright © Carrie Richards
Joyful memories of a young mom dancing,
Often music blended with laughter.
Always loving and beautiful, she is still.
Never less than a devoted mom.
Nights I fell asleep next to her twirling
Endless locks of her long, brown hair.
For Tammy's Acrostic on Mother's Day Contest,
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
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
Vain, selfish, and a little bit of bad words,
In our ears growing up, that's all we heard.
Cheater and liar, sinner and broken,
Torn the family apart, evil has spoken.
Outside became in, a recluse to emotion
Reminded that liquor is a feel good potion.
Imprisioned by hate, feelings still in a cell,
And every mother's day mom, I hope you rot in hell.
For Contest: Mother's Day Acrostic
Date: March 15, 2015
Copyright © Casarah Nance
Saying that invisible and unseen is God,
Ultra divine powers I saw in my mother's lap,
Mannequins could turn alive with her one touch,
Inspiring and motivating is her immense love,
Tolerance and patience is she embellished with,
Reminisce the times she nurtured me in affection,
Admire His blessings for me on this earth !!
Written March 20th, 2015
For contest "Acrostic on mother" by Tammy reams
*Sumitra is my loving mother's first name, God bless her.
Awarded 2nd place win
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Vacations, in her knowledge, don't exist
India would progress with people like her,
Dear or not, she cares for all -
Yearning to do good for another
A wonderful person, selfless and wise
Really, for praise, words would not suffice.
Written on March 18th, my mother's birthday.
For Tammy Reams's contest
Copyright © Sneha RV The literature lover
As you peruse stacks of old photographs,
sentimental tears guide your memories.
Drowning in a sea of yesterdays you
serendipitously find mom’s letters.
In your rush to grow up and leave home her
advice was met with frustration and tears.
Without protest she swallowed her pride and
applauded every milestone you achieved.
Time takes you back to when she last held you,
stirring emotions you forgot you had.
For you never told her you loved her and
questioning your heart you begin to cry.
Isn't it weird how you miss her warm hugs?
Alone you repair fragmented feelings,
by garnering love from a broken heart.
Copyright © Emile Pinet
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
Mountains crumble no more to be
Oceans of woe since you left me
Thunder rolls and my heart it breaks
Humbly life ends, my soul it quakes
Everlasting grief with no mend
Reminds me daily, it will not bend
Inconceivable, this pain I bear
My love's not gone, together we'll share
In lasting glory at Jesus' feet
Serenity and grace, oh how sweet
Salvation unites on heaven's shore
Yesterday's gone, tomorrow brings more
Only a moment in time we wait
Until we meet at heaven's gate
Copyright © kanzazy hutchins
Yesterday I thought about the fears of tomorrow
All day I was sucked in that vacuum of sorrow
My worries weren’t grounded in reality
Troubles like these are not an extension of me
Seemed like the dread made sense at the start
So authentic, as if it came from a flow chart
Farfetched though, this assessment that I contrived
Away like some theories that are no more than jive
Now I must tell the truth by stating that fear
It is embarrassing, I know, but I need to be clear
Looks like I’m deathly afraid to step on a crack
As I was told, it’s apt to break my mother’s back
Though how could that be? Well, I never asked
They’re quite certain though, that she’d end up in a cast
Here and now, we are starting the official today
To which I must chance it, by walking a sidewalk all day
Stay in doors? I wish. Oh yes, I wish there was a way!
Oh, I suppose I could walk with a certain cadence
I think that I can step on the concrete in segments
Believe me, it’s been done, coz when I look around
In my own neighborhood, and in our larger town
Yesterday I saw mothers; their outlook is sound
Copyright © David Fisher
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
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr
E-ven though she's been gone lo these many years,
D-id I tell her I loved her enough as I fight back the tears.
I-often think I'm the most blessed of men upon this earth,
T-hat God in His wisdom chose her to give me birth!
H-ow I cherish the many happy memories we did share,
M-ost of all her beautiful smile and crown of silvery hair!
A-nd I know that God placed upon her head a star-studded crown.
E-xemplary was she as she served her family with great renown!
(26 March 2015)
(I was unable to type each first letter in bold type)
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw
Copyright © Sabina Nicole
M O T H E R
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 MAY 2013
Happy mother's day!
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis
Demeaning, degrading this is how you feel about your situation
Eating away at the person you once were
Memory – short term this is decreasing at an alarming pace
Embarrassed when you can’t remember someone you knew well
No longer able to do the things you once so enjoyed
Time – going back to the past, recalling things you cannot change
Imagination – things you see and hear that aren’t real
All I wish is I could have you back as you once were
Written in tribute of my amazing mum received H/M in recent contest
Submitted to contest for poem receiving an H/M sponsored by Broken Wings
Written 7th March 2014
Copyright © JAN ALLISON
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.
Copyright © Cinda Carter
Mother is the light of every home
Heart full of compassion
Empowers us with her unconditional love
Responsible and hardworking
Copyright © Estela Canama
Of a child's innocence.
Too late to forgive
Her hate-filled drunkeness when
Expounding on this word.
Rather forget than pretend she cared.
Maybe in some
Other lifetime we
Two will work through our
History to find the
Elation this word brings when
Remembered by others.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ for a Rambling Poet's contest, May 2010 ~~~~~~~~~~
Copyright © Sue Mason
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)
Copyright © josh torres
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.
Copyright © Araceli Hosea
A Mother’s love is hard to explain, it is
Many years of sacrifice, and sometimes pain
Only she can make that choice
To give that life to the unborn voice
Her choice is why I am here today
Every day she worries and will pray
Regardless of distance and time apart
She always has a part of my heart
Life without her is like being in a dark tunnel
Only her love will brighten and guide the way
Vehemently she loves me in her own special way
Every day I pray that she can stay forever and a day.
Copyright © Carmen Penchi aka Sunshine
Rules the world.
*Happy Mother's Day To All Mothers Around The World*
Copyright © Chuma Okonkwo
Still sacrificing needs for us on altars that surround your heart.
Unwavering your love and patience raising the two gifts from him.
Suspended hope in burden when life’s hooks come to tear you apart.
A saving faith beyond the sunset of your life as it fades dim.
Now left a man, to know the best in me, my mother did impart.
Contest: Acrostic on Mother’s Day
Sponsor: Tammy Reams
Form: Acrostic: Iambic Octameter
Grateful to God and my mother. A blessing I didn’t and will never deserve. A love upon me that I can’t fully comprehend.
Copyright © rob carmack
D evoted to me from the start
O utstanding in care she imparts
N oble in fulfilling my needs
N oteworthy in words and in deeds
A ffectionate mother to me...
My Donna’s as sweet as can be!!!!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Donna isn’t old enough to be my Mama, but she has the most beautiful heart of a mother and has taken me under her wing and adopted me as her daughter. I can’t tell you what a precious gift that is, especially since I lost my Mama 14 years ago….and I’m a BIG BABY at heart and need nurture and care. Thanks, Donna….for being in my life. I love you dearly!
Copyright © Eileen Manassian
If You Think...
If you think a love like a mother will exist, there and then
You must have been building castles in the air and thus
Need a medic or an injection to kill that feeling of an outcast-
A shadow of falsehood you’ve been chasing.
Friends like mothers will exist no doubt about that
I'm but particular about if boldly will exist in instant world, where
Sailing through has no backfire or low indignation, where
Right to freedom and possession would not be denied, where
Behind your backs, you would have all sides’ safety
Like the baby in the mother's womb, or the sun in the sky.
A bounty ground, a must be aftermath of the journey on free
Bridge on the cross roads, and lanes, and water, and bushes
Over the mountain; the rock, the valley and the hill, and on the
Troubled memory of liquors, women, demigods and kings of miseries?
Water full of love is only a reservoir for the Creator asides mothers.
I may be viewed as uncivilized or sound barbaric by this logic, but reasons
Will proclaim reality in my tone, stand and modest mood.
“Ease! Be at ease!!” The breeze from the mothers’ bosom’s recollections sway, that
Your mind would seek forgiveness and refuge from her, then the All Forgiver. Then true
Mind will redeem and have the lasting rest of his life, yield to and fulfill mother’s wish.
Note: Mothers addressed here may not necessarily be ones biological mother. It could be he or she who is never sick or tired of listening to you, hearing your plights or problems and helping you proffer solutions to them. He or she never discourages, never over-pampers and pray for your success at all times...
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Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole
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