What I Wanted To Say But Couldn'T Say Mothers Day

no greater love can ever live
nothing can equal what i give
no single act of love is the reason why
many were the sacrifices i gave I
by no means ephemeral
the tears i have cried
my youth and beauty i had to give up
the fun the parties that kind of stuff
each day i suffered a little while
all for the sake of a healthy child
they call it labor when a child is born
for something that really goes on and on
there is nothing in this world
that i wouldn't do
to guard your safety and care for you
to raise up a child in they way
they should go
i begged Heavenly Father
the things i should know
for the day that was coming
the day that you'd go
and there are so many things
that you do not know
they call it labor and indeed it is
but what you don't know is
i'm in labor everyday you live
and though you live 
in a separate house
my spirit will live there also
like a little mouse
and though you may live far away
the ghost of me hovers you everyday
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Theraven Avatar
August 12, 2023 at 6:23 PM
TS, I quite enjoyed this profound poem 'what i wanted to say but couldn't say mothers day'. The words flow over like a warm wave. Oh, also a fav. -Richard
A   Avatar
November 21, 2012 at 8:01 PM
Hola, SituationStopping by to greet you and every other soup poet, with a special thank you comment, during this wonderful Thanksgiving season. Hope you do not mind the time I am taking to express my sincere appreciation for any support you have offered during the years, or time you have been here on the soup. I am deeply thankful and extend to you my best wishes for a happy and healthy Poetic Magical Thanksgiving Day. *Always & Forever, the Poet Destroyer; -*
Dey Avatar
June 11, 2012 at 2:45 AM
This is a very good poem and I hope that you write more like it. Thank you for sharing this one with us.
Carrillo Avatar
May 30, 2012 at 6:21 PM
This is a great piece of poetry that comes from the heart. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla
A   Avatar
May 28, 2012 at 9:51 PM
How are you? I'm like a little mouse... sprinkling gold all over the floor... eek!! eek! eek! good night,..pd
Situation Avatar
May 29, 2012 at 8:55 AM
I'm fine minnie. How are you?
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
May 28, 2012 at 11:28 AM
Very nice I will read this again there is more in it than shows to me xx
Palmer Avatar
May 28, 2012 at 8:31 AM
our kids are the gleam in our eyes,keep labouring,great
The Drunken Poet Avatar
May 26, 2012 at 8:31 PM
WOW,Stupendous write!!!
Dietrich Avatar
May 26, 2012 at 5:11 PM
wow, this is meant for children's day!! Your great love for your child shines through this one with your words. It's nice to get a hint at who you are too by reading this one. Luv, Andrea
Situation Avatar
May 26, 2012 at 7:37 PM
keep guessing.
Wesley Avatar
May 21, 2012 at 8:50 AM
You reach out with such emotion in this lovely poem. I believe we all share our soul with those who bring meaning into our lives. What could have more meaning that someone who is a part of us. A lot of beautiful thought in this very special verse!
A   Avatar
May 20, 2012 at 1:36 AM
Hi! TS.... like a little mouse... do you really think your presence will not be notice... indeed... labor everyday... that was my favorite image... good night..pd
Situation Avatar
May 20, 2012 at 4:16 AM
P.D. the mouse is always noticed.
Grisetti Avatar
May 19, 2012 at 4:26 PM
Motherhood does indeed go on and on. Thank you for this poem.
Eastman Avatar
May 19, 2012 at 11:54 AM
Very enjoyable read... I have a new poem from a more light hearted mother son relationship. I'd love to hear your response!
Kendrick Avatar
May 19, 2012 at 8:31 AM
Yes, the mother and child are always connected..Enjoyed reading your work..Sometimes in life the wind of storm that is in the natural is not nearly as violent as the storm that rages within ourselves or within the four walls of a house..Notice I didn't say a home..Good job you have done here..Thanks for stopping by and reading my work "Storm"..Sara
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