I think she knows a thing
about living, of love, a generous line
She builds shelters from sand,
mixes sugar with water for humming
bird wine. In her home she sets
shells out for wayward crustaceans. She
builds lean-tos of palm fronds and plantains,
sea glass and chards; she photographs
chalice blooms. Her cupboard doors
are lined with fingerprint dreams -
maps of unchartered seas, blue
and green. Yet the wind finds
its way in, through louvered
screens. It hides by the bookshelves
counting pennies and seeds.
Each night, still she sets
out her intention, shakes out
the sheets, and sighs
into the wind.
Copyright © Merle Manu
Weather is poised to slap us into submission.
Threatening with the largest storm in history
To make us aware of her power to destroy
And yet, here on the cusp of history,
Do I yet love Nature
With all of her wild and beautiful ways.
Her seas have been there for me in my times
Ever showing me the vastness of her being
She has ever been the Way
In all her present tense
My wilder spirit rises in answer to her challenges
Enhancing my life daily.
Copyright © Donald Meikle
Now when I think of you
I remember the last years
You helped me to recover
A place I never could have reached
Showing me the true love of my mother
No matter how hard I pushed away
By my side you would stay
You helped through my hardest time
Forgiving my life's mistakes
Devoted yourself to my recovery
We grew closer than I ever remember
We had moments together
That will last forever
I still can't believe
When I recovered
The fatal illness
You were diagnosed
That would take you from us
But my memories will never be taken
As I pass the cemetery walls
To see your final resting place
You will always be on my mind
Kneeling here I think...
Are you watching over me
From someplace far beyond
Copyright © Matt Forshay
smoother than most, all moving no boast, shooting a moon to toast, to our beautiful host
revolving no doors, just opportunities score marking the entrance ways pores
fracking a lack of communication crashing breaking backs and racking our foundation
till were screaming take it back
unpacked and all out, dig deep for the fall out, kettle blackened from potty mouths,
busted missing a tea spout
pour me a gallon of chandon the whole sip for your front lawn, till the bottles dry
like jokes from monty python
silly satans salivating sighing and spraying your favorite simon's saying cause piles of money and ego feed are waiting for the generating
nothing new under the sun but above clouds I found me some, cause ignant bliss still exists even if you wear a cummerbund
tell all your facts and try to catch my glazed eye, cause compromise can be the do or die, to where ever future lovers lie
this blueberry from space ferry might fit in a test tube in perspective
or we just miss the point why evolution was so selective
Copyright © Davin Payne
you have been a naughty mom
you put a child on a time-out
no mothers day gift for you
it never wanted to come out of it
it smacked you back
you are a naughty mom
you put a kid on a time-out
no mothers day gift for you
you started it
you put it there
opposite a wall
it could do no wrong
this is yours
a good mom
deserves a good gift
happy mothers day
Copyright © daniel bogogolela
Grace under pressure
Overtones of elegance
Strength of brass.
Tending splendid gardens
Where laughter and fun
Sprout as if native
In the warmth of her sun.
Incensed by thoughtless actions
Yet steady in her mood
Mixing sweet persuasion
With wisdom for food.
A Virgo mom’s a blessing
For one raised in her nest
So just today this Taurus says
That Virgo is the best!
Copyright © Nancy Jones
Life is delicate like
a rose on a cool fall
morning then without
warning life is taken away.
I cry not for the rose who's
petals lay scattered at me feet
but for everything else that has
I cry for the leaves who's leaves crush
like power in my hand and for the flowers
which droop and sag...
A mother who left this world too
soon and for her pain in till death finely
The world is a lot different place
with you gone... But a son has to
move on he can't keep thinking
He can't keep being sad and blue
don't worry I'll always love you... I'll never
forget the love we shared and how much
you cared... I love you
Copyright © Anthony Nacke
through his mom he has come to know me
and my disability.I couldn't get off the toilet in his house as there were no hand rails
I asked his mom if the young man 20,would be uncomfortable giving me a pull up
she said if I was ok with it he would be too.Nick came to the door and flexed his muscles
to pull this large woman up,i saw such pride in his moms eyes.my heart sank having to
have to ask him for the help.As my visit continued with his mom in the coffee shop.Nick
must have called 20 times to ask if I needed him.now my eyes filled with pride to know
such a fine young man when so much is wrong with the youth today.God bless America,God
Copyright © KATHY MORELLI
To the giver of my life,
The bearer of this child,
My protector from strife,
My guide from going wild.
To the nurse of my aches,
The suave of my pains,
The baker of my cakes,
My umbrella from the rains.
To the teacher of my youth,
The mentor of my mind,
The one who’d soothe my tooth,
Always fair and kind:
This is my tribute to you,
An ode to my mom.
Thanks for giving me the strength
To righten when down.
Thanks for going to any length
To get rid of my frown.
Thanks for the times we’d just talk
And you’d be my friend.
Thanks for teaching me to walk,
And to stand up, in the end.
Thanks for giving me your love
And taking the time to care.
And when you’re gone to heaven above,
I’ll always look up and see you there.
This is my tribute to you,
I love you, Mom.
Copyright © Anthony Amero
I never knew you, but I have your blood.
Sometimes I wonder, how I'm like you, if it's more ways than one.
And I think to myself, what life would've been like, if you'd kept my mom.
From what I've heard, you were very young, only a couple years older than I am now.
And you made a mistake, but yet, God used it somehow.
So I owe you so much, and still, nothing at all.
And if you hadn't given away my mom, I may not have been here.
So thank you, for choosing life over death.
But God made sure she didn't get left.
Copyright © Stephanie Pinion
She is an encyclopedia
she is a reservoir
she is a resource person
she is a central bank of wisdom.
She has sustained
she has nurtured
she has cared for
she has protected.
I call her my hope
i call her my model
i call her a heavenly gift
i call her a blessing.
She is a queen
a true protector of those she hold dear
a personification of love
she is onime, the woman i call mother.
Copyright © Edoja Faith