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A Mother's Love

A Mother’s Love… How precious is the love of a mother’s heart! Even as a child… It’s there from the start. A mother’s love knows no boundary or limit. It’s often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold… Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can’t be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a “guiding force…” Even if her children’s lives stray “off course.” I’m thankful for the love my mother’s given… It’s surely influenced the way I’ve been livin’! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I’m so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton

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Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.

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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

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A Mother Like No OTher

I sing of a special mother
One like no other
One bothered about another

A mother who smiles and care
One who did nothing but share
It is great to know she is always there

When tear drops she brought a toy
Her whispers sparkles unceasing joy
Her love is stronger than the Helen of Troy

You taught me from wrong to right
You taught me the difference between darkness and light
You taught me to recite the Lord’s Prayer day and night

Envelope yourself in a mothers Love
For she is like an angel from above
Never trade her love for the price of a dove

As we celebrate all mothers in a special way
Thank you for your fidelity, even when we went astray
And above all, thank you for what we are today

He grants the barren woman a home, Like a joyful mother of children.
Praise the LORD! Ps 113:9

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A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...

(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)

a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)

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Mother and son

I cherish you,
If you cherish me.

You brought me to life,
We began to meet through time,
Even though,
Sometimes you don't comprehend me,
Sometimes you don't understand me,
That sometimes time isn't enough,
That sometimes instincts get uncontrolled...,
But still,
You were designated for my life,
And you profile my living...
We share lives...

Time brings maturity,
And time doesn't last forever,
As well as we don't last forever...

There is no such thing,
As total perfection,
Even though,
Thank you...

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A Mother's Intuition

As life is created from her womb
Bountiful preparation is needed
Charisma, duty, and love
Develop the best care offered
Ecstatic for recording memorabilia
For such experiences occur only once
Given the opportunity to successfully grow
Home redefines as “elsewhere besides the abode”
Ill from separation
Joy still remains in the love connection
Kept in touch through messages of endearment
Life becomes more heartwarming
Mothers nurture endless dreams

*Since Mother's day is nearby, this poem is for all of the caring and devoted mothers out there!:) 

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The Women

The Women

(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)

Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.

They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.

You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.

You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.

You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.

Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.

I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.

I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.

I salute you!

(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)

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My Gift

It turns out, I'm still a little kid.
The little kid who cries.
The little kid who's afraid.
The little kid who clings on to mom.
The little kid who falls every time he runs.
The little kid who gets bruises, wounds, scars--- patching band aids over it.

Now I understand.
I understand why She would leave me, while dropping my siblings off to school
She didn't have enough.
She would come back and bring Champorado. Spaghetti when she has enough.
She would help me dress for school: putting socks over my feet, fix my imperfect uniform, give me kisses for luck.
At times, I would cry when she drops me off.
At times, I would cry with them, every time their parents drop them off.
Most of the time, I would be very happy to see her there, standing, waiting for me.
She would carry me when I didn't have the energy.
She would carry me whenever I'm sick.
She would carry me to show affection.

She didn't have enough.
She works hard every day.
She works hard to keep the house clean.
She works hard to keep the fridge full.
She prays hard to survive.
She prays hard for guidance.
She prays hard for strength.
She raised us with her own bare hands.
She was our father.
She is my Mom.

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Happy Mother's Days

A mother's holiday should be everyday,
To show you the thanks I wish to repay. 

A million word poem could never consist,
Of all that you do - a lifetime of lists. 

So Ill keep it short - a miniature report.
To convey my gratitude for all your support. 

Preparing this thank-you, builds tears in my eyes.
The bulletproof bond we share never dies. 
Countless memories we've made as a pair,
Has given me more than I can compare

Your lessons of chivalry I've cherished so dear.
You've molded my heart to love with no fear. 

Your lullaby songs that put me to sleep,
Created a herd of infinite sheep. 

Happy Mother's Day Mom, I hope you enjoy.
Much love from your son, your grown baby boy. 

- Yours Truly

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It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.

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Words Of Encouragement

You've given me encouragement every single day,
You have helped me to fly, in your kind and loving way,
You lifted my wings with your wind, so I could see,
Which is more than anyone has ever done for me.

How do I put into words, things that I can never say,
Your words of encouragement are always here to stay,
My love and thankfulness, if I can repay it I would,
I am writing this because only you knew that I could.

This poem is dedicated to my Mom, Janet Deschler.
She is always the "wind beneath my wings". 

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If I open my eyes and light I see, how wonderful!
If I close my eyes and light I still see, how wonderful!

If I touch water and it cools my skin, how wonderful!
If I touch fire and I feel the heat, how wonderful!

If I taste the sweetness of an orange and it brings a smile to my face, how wonderful!
If I taste the bitterness of a grapefruit and it makes me squirm, how wonderful!

If I smell the pleasant fragrance of a perfume, how wonderful!
If I smell the stench of rotting garbage, how wonderful!

If I hear a bird singing, how wonderful!
If I hear a loud siren, how wonderful!

If I live to see another day, how wonderful!
And If I pass, that would be wonderful too!

Thank you mom, for all the these wonders would not be possible if it weren't for you.

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What a wonderful mom in law I have
She is kind and caring in so many ways
She shows kindness at every turn
She says I love you without hesitation
And always has concern 
She is wonderful and I love her so
Andrea is going to be 99 this year!
She has given the world to her sons
And no daughters, but she has
The best sons in the world I can say,
I married david her wonderful son,
Its been 35 years together for he is just like her
Its a treasure in this world I can say, for andrea
My mom in law had been robbed 3 times and had to move away
Away from her home but she stood just as strong 
She has been graced by the Lord above
By getting to live with her sister in peace
For this little older lady has so much grace that she said without 
Hesitation this is now my home and my new place
I cannot tell you how much it means to have my mom in law and me

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Mom's Cobbler Pies

Mom slaved over cobbler pies for a dinner-time surprise! Applauded, she sighs...

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Stroll through the Illest Empire
So much heat feeling like we’re living in the fire
But we’re living under fire
Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake
Its time for a break from sad eyes I’ve seen grown men cry
It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye
It’s the same reason why they died
Hearts just too full of pride
Mothers praying their young’n wont be a victim of a homicide
Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can’t call mine
Wishing we could turn back time
High off of nickels’ and dimes
Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope
But the hustle got us in a head choke
Don’t blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you
To watch our back and throw bows and cuss
Cause you got to be tough when times are rough
I know your asking when will enough be enough
And truth is I don’t know but this is how it goes down
But if I make it out will you smile for me now

So many families struggling with poverty
I don’t judge cause that use to be me
Watching mom come home late
Barley any food on our plate
So young and life we already hate
Praying God bring us something great
My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake
Knowing mom bust her ass to provide
But all your knock offs you begin to hide
Ashamed of what you own
I know how you feel I been there too
I see mothers walking there kids to school
And the walk is far when you cant afford a car
Mom hoping one day you’ll be a star
I know about being next to poor
Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store
Wishing you didn’t have to go through that living off of food stamps
Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we’ll all be free
So smile for you and me

Even 2pac said smile for me
This isn’t how its always going to be unless you let it be
In our different way we’re all a G
Cause we’re trying to make it straight legit
Whatever your hustle never quit but don’t lose yourself in it
Cause you still got a long ways to go
Still got a long time to grow
Use what you know to get by or you wont survive
Remember to always keep your dreams alive
Whatever it is just do it and never try
The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high
And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down
You’ll be able to come back around
So give yourself a chance
And I’ll smile for you now

JUNE ‘06

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flowers on Mom's grave haiku

flowers on Mom's grave
like a soft, sweet northbound kiss
Her Memory Etched....

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to my best firend tone

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. 

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Im not sure how it feel to give birth to a child 
But I know how it feels to be a mother 
Going though being up all day
dealing with their cold
Trying to put them to sleep at night and giving them a bath 
Its hard but im sure it will get better
Thats why I want to Thank my mother
because I know taking care of us when my father wal out ours lives was hard
Thinking we would never have someone to come and take his places 
Feeling no love when things go hard 
I thank you mom 
because without you I wouldnt be were I am now 
I might not be were I want to be but Im in a better place then some
I thank you mom for being so hard on me
and showing me that life dont get ease it just get harder
for showing me that I can be any thing I want to be without no one
for pushing to my dreams of becoming the best baker 
Mom you are the best and I am glad I have you 
I know we had and have our ups and down
but who dont
I know we had our dislikes bout each other 
but who dont
that a part of life 
and I thank you so much and I am glad I still have you
You are the best

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mom your my sun

mom your the sun in my life. you keep me happy. you keep me safe. your always their
when i need you. your always their when i'm sad. your always their to make me laugh.
I know that you well always love me no matter what i do. I will always be your baby 
even when your gone. mom thank you for giving me the chance to say i love you mom.
you will always be my mom even when the loud calls you home. I thank you for giving 
me a great life. for helping me learn. one day i will be a wonderful as you mom

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I May Not Always Let You Know

You've always been there
through my ups and downs,
and no matter what choices I made
you were always around
You're the greatest,
and I don't think I tell you enough,
but I've come to learn
that growing up is really tough
It's hard out here on my own,
and I never wanted to admit it before,
because I thought I was grown
I'm sorry for any hurt
I've caused you in the past,
but you're my mom,
and my love for you will always last
I may not have kids,
or little ones of my own,
but I know you went through a lot
trying to give us a home
I grew up fast,
and I wish I could go back
somewhere along the line
I must have stepped off track
I know where I am you've been here,
and you've done it all before,
but this life is hard,
and sometimes I don't want it anymore
Then I just think positive,
and I know I have you,
and no matter what I choose,
you'll always let me run back home to you
I hate days like this,
and everything just builds up inside
I just want to run to my mom,
and be held and cry
I just wanted to say thanks mom
for everything you do,
and I know your love for me
will always be true,
and I also know you'll love me no matter what I do
Having you as my mom
is a blessing from God
mom and daughter
we just belong
I'm sorry for anything I've done,
or any hurtful words I've said
if it wasn't for you
sometimes I think I would've been dead
Like every living being I make bad choices
every now and then,
but you always get me back on track,
and make me whole again
That is why I call you on the phone every single day,
because no matter what it is I'm going through
you always show me the way
You are very loved and appreciated
for every little thing you do,
and to you my mom these words in this poem
are very true,
and I'll end this with thank you,
and mom I will always love you.

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The mom I never had

My mom and I were tight
When I was younger
But as I got older, we started
Fighting physically and verbally
I developed a lot of anger towards her
She never wanted to listen to the bad
She never heard the good
We went to different ways
Than I was all alone
I had no one to tell me good-night or to tuck me in
I had no one to hold me when I cried or tell me that they loved me
I had no one to run to when I got into a bad relationship and need help.
That was until you came into my life
You gave me reasons to live my life
You helped me when all I seen was the darkness
When I was in over my head
You took good care of me
You became the mom that I had always wanted
You held me when I cried
You helped me when I was afraid to be alone
You helped me to enjoy Christmas when I hated the holidays
You helped me become who I am today
But the best thing you did was say that you loved me

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Flowers from Heaven.

It’s now many years Mom 
since you passed away
Still angry with me from that day
 For your opinion was all that mattered 
No one else’s you considered.
  Many a spat we had over silly things 
 You left without a farewell to a place far away.

I have a daughter now no two
But one’s as stubborn as a mule
We’ve had harsh words she and I
and parted in anger  many a time
Now I know what you felt
when I opposed your rule
Oh blessed night when you came to me 
Your spirit pure and sweet 

A  bouquet of  flowers you gave to me
 And   one to  my  daughter too
  What touched me most were the words I read
 etched upon petals translucent blue
Love and forgive, from Mom dear one
 You know now the  true meaning of love
 In that wonderful place above.

Thank you for sharing this beautiful vision of love.

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Thank You God

Through all of the struggles my family went through
You made it possible for us to pull through

My mom showed us how to have faith in You
By surrendering her problems and leaving it all to You

I thank her and most of all You
For telling her to do the good things she do

You told her to make my sister and I go to church
We didn't wanted to go, but it didn't hurt

You told her how not to stress anymore
I watch her and she doesn't anymore

We have done wrong
But You forgave us because You are a forgiving God

I thank You
Because I was taught to never forget You

You let me live another day
And I thank You for that in my own special way

When I wake up with the morning light
I get on my knees and thank You

You and Your angels brought me safley through the night
Thank You for letting everything be alright

There were times when I thought You were tired of me talking to You
But my mom and a friend told me that You never get tired of me talking to You

I want to thank You
For everything You have done and will do

When nobody else wants to listen
On You I can depend

When I'm feeling lonely
I can count on You to keep me company

You have done so much for me
And brought me so far from where I use to be

I love You
And I thank You

Love Your Daughter,
Monique Glover