Carrie Richards Poet Free verse

What Comes Around

I made you cookies...and braided your hair
I walked you through Mother Goose and skinned knees

Once when you were nine, and wanted to run away from home
I helped you pack your bag...you cried...
Of course, you only got as far as the end of the driveway, that first time

When you were eleven, and wanted to run away from home,
I stuffed two dollars in your pocket,...you cried.... 
And I told you to look both ways before crossing the street...
You got as far as the corner,... before turning back.

Then came the day, you really left home....
You were heading to college
That time I watched....and I cried....
But you found your way back....

I cried again..when you were married...good tears...
    but this time I knew ...God willing, ....you wouldn't need to come back...
       
        You became a mother....and on that day....for the very first time did we...
                truly know....
                        understand....
                                and appreciate each other





 My Daughter... I love you very very much...Happy Mother's Day

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Colin Mitchell Williams May 12, 2009 at 1:07 PM A wonderful tribute to mother and daughter... beautiful poem

L'Nass Shango May 12, 2009 at 7:37 AM O Carrie, what is life ... these are our little trophies ... and sometimes it seems life is just a sum of them ... minus the other things we feel ... I love it!

Sharon Winter May 11, 2009 at 5:04 PM Oh dear, I missed a tear-jerker. Oh Carrie, the cycle of love and life continues. Such a beautiful, beautiful poem for your daughter. Hope she read it. I know it made her cry - and I know you were crying when you wrote it. Just love you, Shar xoxo

Barbara Gorelick May 10, 2009 at 6:53 PM this touched me. When my son was about 4 he decided to run away. He carefully packed a paper sack with all his socks..nothing else. smile. BG

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen May 10, 2009 at 1:42 PM Carrie, This is a georgeous poem. Love lives in these special words of your. Happy Mother's Day. Love, Dane

Kristin Reynolds May 10, 2009 at 3:53 AM You are going to make me cry, miss Carrie! You are getting good at that! I dread those days. i really do. how do i say goodbye; especially to the last one? I think my heart will shrivel up and shatter like a dying star. love you, my sweet sweet friend, Kristin oh, and HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!!!! You smile now, no tears this day. Deal?

Brian Strand May 10, 2009 at 12:35 AM Wha a lovely reverse thought Carrie.Hope she like it when she reads it.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments

Michael Jordan May 9, 2009 at 9:02 PM Awh that is perhaps the most wonderful mothers day poem I have ever read - A favorite for sure - I'll keep my ear peeled for that distant cry for help and then I'll come a running if needed - God Bless, MJ

Christopher Higgins May 9, 2009 at 8:01 PM Ok...you have touched my heart dear lady..you have brought the full circle in this poem..love the runaway, leaving home bit..you must have been some mother..you loved her very strongly and she has grown up to make you proud....pray for my success with my princess...Happy Mother's day my friend..your fan.

Carolyn Devonshire May 9, 2009 at 7:03 PM Great story here, Carrie. It must have been hard when she was a little girl and threatened to run away from home, but you supported her as only a loving mother could do. And now, she understands everything you felt. What a wonderful mother you are! Happy Mothers' Day, Carrie. Love, Carolyn

James Marshall Goff May 9, 2009 at 6:22 PM goodness! the soup is alive with beautiful love tonight!!! Carrie, you have outdone yourself with this reminisce of love and devotion to your daughter! love every line!!! Jim