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 This one is totally fictional.

Don't cry little guy just 'cause you're moving away
Your daddy's got a brand new job out in Santa Fe
He's trying to make a better life for your mom and you
So, how about holding back those tears
Yes, I'm crying too
So I said goodbye to Bobby like I knew I had to do
But Some things that I told him
Weren't exactly true
I wish I could have told him to stay
If that's where he'd really like to be
I wish I could have told him the truth
About his mom and me
So, I said goodbye
And tried not to cry
And told him to have fun
I wish I could have said to him
Bobby, you're my only son.

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2007

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I'm Coming Home

He looks through the curtains as the meal is served

The sweat on his brow and the I.V. drips

Mom wears her apron with a picture of a turkey on it

It was her favorite and the music playing

And I'm coming home to where I'm loved

Father sits watching the game as the plate goes round

He had  money on the wrong side but he swigs a beer

Everyone seems happy and content so he knocks on the door

No one hears  and he stirs,trying to break free of the restraints

And I'm coming home to the warmth when I'm cold and alone

Where a man works and his wife cleans and raises the boys

Where desolation has no place to hide and no regret

And Mom hasn't begun drinking because her son left and will never come back

Where the geese still fly South to the warmth

Dogs bark and people have to stand to switch the channel

And I'm coming home

No cell phone or video games to gaze at and 24 hour news

The nurse brings a syringe and plunges it into my I. V.

The Angel wipes my soaking brow and gives me comfort

I'm alone with the mist and the murmur of the crickets

I'm coming home

The house is quiet and emptiness within

But Mom left a light on with expectation

A sign was set for all to know I'm coming

The quiet is lovely and the light welcomes


Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2012

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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

Copyright © jaremy mount Jr | Year Posted 2013

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Let the light shine bright on thee tonight
of the times I remember as a child
you never said much but your actions spoke
in the tradition of all ltalian folk
creating your meals with a classic flair
of pasta and soups with delicate care
your solemn look of holding back pain
but always a smile when the dinner came

as a child in Salerno, you dreamed of life
of writing words but it wasn’t to be
In the new world, America, you finally wed
to Joe, your amore then little ones came
quickly then slowly and then
there were six
and of the six begat twelve
extending the line to races and creeds

for your children you were  always there
in your final days we were left to compare
your legacy of love 
to all your family and friends until the end 

Dedicated to my mother
Maria Vincenza (Ardovino) Sergi


Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2014

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Giving Me Strength

I was often scared as a child,
I would close my eyes tight.
Things always seemed to go wrong,
When would they ever go right?

A lot of things happened, 
When I was very young.
Now the memories are fading,
Except the sad songs life had sung.

My mother gave me strength.
She gave me the power to live. 
My mother was the one who needed strength,
But taking advantage of her was all I did. 

Copyright © Morgan Weygant | Year Posted 2014

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Dear Dad

It is now twenty years
I still recall the tears
I still recall the shame
Dad you are to blame
I know this you did not expect
You will call it disrespect
sorry but you I respect.

Dad I remember
The memories fresh in my calendar
Her tears and pain imprinted in my heart
Dad my mother you did hurt
As a good woman she played her part
She never ever set your heart apart.

when we did good I and brother
we were as bright as the father
when we did wrong I and brother
we were as foolish as our mother
so we were beaten like our mother
she wiped our tears
she ended our fears.

Dear dad here I am
Growing into a man
will it please you
when I beat my wife too
will it please you
when I call my wife a fool too
will it please you
when my children never call me dad
I find this hard dad.

Dad that woman you called a fool
she taught me to respect women in full
she taught me that a woman
Is a necessity to a man
she taught me never
To lay a hand on a woman ever
Dad this foolish wife
Taught me how to love in my life

Copyright © Griffins Ndhine | Year Posted 2014

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Logan's Poem to Mom

              My mom has tried from the start
              my mom she has a giant heart. 
              She did a good job to raise me 
              right since I was a little tyke.

              She said she will never give up 
              the fight and, keep on trying with
              all her might to save me from my
              destructive life.

              I would be out all night running 
              the streets, doing things I knew
              weren't right getting in trouble,
              getting in fights.

              She wanted me home, she wanted 
              me safe, and she was always making
              me something delicious to eat.

              I didn't care that I was breaking her
              heart or, that my delinquent ways
              were tearing her apart.
              Well I was finally arrested and ended
              up in jail, I am now stuck in this place
              and I tell you it's hell.
              Now I see all the bad and, stupid
              things that I've done but, I had no
              remorse then I thought it was fun.
              I am now sorry for the things that
              I have done, now I want to be a 
              better person, a better son.

              Even though I am stuck in this 
              place, when I think of my mom
              it puts a smile on my face.
              Now the only person who is still
              on my side and, who's still got my
              back is my sweet, big hearted mom,              
              imagine that.

Copyright © Breeann Mahoney | Year Posted 2014

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little child

Welcome little child.
Welcome to the wild
Now open your eyes and see all that is untame. 
You have a long journey ahead 
many miles to tread, 
but for right now within your mother's arms you must remain.
Her kindness and love,
Are a gift from above.
programmed instinctually just for you. When God placed you in her arms 
it triggered an alarm, 
for you 
there's nothing she wouldn't do. 
For food she searches high 
like an eagle in the sky 
and at night like a nightingale she sings a lullabye. 
Like waves of an ocean 
there's something about her motion 
that prevents you from wanting to cry. You are compelled by a tune. 
She hummed when you were in the womb. 
Now the tune is comforting with a light scent of perfume. 
She sings a story 
of a carpenter's glory 
who died to save souls like you 
one day you'll understand 
the importance of this man 
and furthermore you'll realize it's true.
Her love is never-ending 
her time is ever bending
Her soul is surrendering
To the king. 
Because there is no other 
Who can truly love her 
except he to whom the angels sing.
So In her arms you'll remain 
for knowledge to attain. 
She'll protect you and guide you through a world gone insane. 
So respect her with honor 
for the role God's placed upon her, 
and she'll show you that the world can be tamed. But first she'll go through..trials of Sorrow, 
She'll beg, plead or borrow
For the Love of her child 
she'll Venture where you won't follow
She walks with the knowledge that there might not be tomorrow.
So let it be told there will never be another for the lord says behold 
This is your mother
Little child.

Copyright © Malik Johnson | Year Posted 2016

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I know My mother
When My mother grows old and very old, 
That she cannot recognize who I am,
she does not need to know me then, 
I am the one to know who she is to me Then
I am the one to know what she has been to me Then
I will carry her in my arms like she did to Me 
I will sing her a song and keep her company
I will wash her, Pamper her
If need be I will fix her catheter
I will never be ashamed
I will neither get tired
I am the one to know Her
I will not compete with my siblings as to who should care for her
I will do my part, My best, it can be done
It will always be My turn
I will never complain
My duty will be my mother
My responsibility will be my blood
Whose tears I I swam in
Whose Blood I'm safe in
Whose hands I formed
I know my mother
She does not need to know me
When she is old and frail
I will never fail to sail in her life
No love will come first before her
No place will replace my mother's space
In my heart she will reign
whether sunshine or rain
Through tough times to the end times
I will always know my mother.

Copyright © Griffins Ndhine | Year Posted 2017

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Amazing Mom

If you are familiar with the old hymn Amazing Grace, then you'll know the tune of this song. I rewrote the words. On Mother's Day 2006, our Sunday school kids sang this to honor their mothers.

Amazing mom, how blessed I am
to have someone like you.
Your love for me is plain to see
in everything you do.

Verse 1
‘Twas mom that cleaned and cooked for me.
‘Twas mom that washed my clothes.
When I was sick, she was there so quick,
To help me blow my nose!

Verse 2
Through many bruises, scrapes and falls,
I have already come.
My mom, she gave me great first aid,
right at our home sweet home.

Verse 3
My mom has been so good to me.
She comforts, soothes, assures.
I know my life will be blessed by her,
For as long as it endures.  

Final chorus:
Thanks mom.  Thanks mom. Thanks mom. Thanks mom.
Thanks mom. Thanks mom. Thanks mom.
Thanks mom. Thanks mom. Thanks mom. Thanks mom.
Thanks mom. Thanks mom. Thanks mom.

Copyright © Carol Connell | Year Posted 2017

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Apron Strings

When I was young,
I often clung,
to many little things.
I'd reach up high,
again retie,
my mama's apron strings.

I sometimes did,
what mom forbid,
although she'd make it clear.
Thoughts still linger.
I remember,
through each fleeting year.

Acquainted still,
her stories thrill,
with many left untold.
I can't go back,
though mem'ries track,
to years I'd rather hold.

I'm lost in thought,
it can't be caught,
despite my futile search -
mama singing,
mama bringing,
this small boy to church.

Though I was touched,
and changed so much,
through Christ, the perfect One -
I cannot stay,
time slips away,
from all that she had done.

I try to grasp,
and hands I clasp,
around those many things -
but mem-ry strands,
slip through my hands -
just like those apron strings.

I miss her so.
Emotions show.
There's moistness in my eyes.
I can't withhold,
though I am old,
my oft guilt-ridden cries.

Though sometimes sad,
I'm always glad,
whenever I think of -
my mama's cares,
my mama's prayers,
and her most precious love.

©2011 louis gander /

Copyright © louis gander | Year Posted 2016

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I sit here alone

I sit here alone

in my house today

it use to be rush here

rush there

in all kind of different ways.

My love for my mother

who I took care of and

loved liked no other.

I wrote poetry  at

this time I could

not find my self

Life to me seemed unfair

because my mama

some days could not

even comb her hair


I sit here alone

it has been not yet a year

in this house we brought in

others help like nurses aids

and doctors and family

so in hopes I would relax

because I felt like I was

failing my self.


I sit here a lone

in this house

I now feel better about my self

even though with out my mom

in parts of my life 

it feels like gone is my

favorite song.

I miss mom so much

she had  that special 

motherly touch.


I sit here alone

now all day I do not hear

my mom yelling out my name out.

or  if trying to remember

If I gave her meds this out time.

And nights if mom would wake up

alive , because her life

now had a time line.

For me and her some days

our eyes seem like 

we had gone stone blind.


I sit here alone

now in this house

much quieter 

much calmer

much grief 

as I sit and only hear

a drip from the kitchen sink.

what do I do next?

My feelings feel mixed



I sit here alone

 in this house

and praying to God

with this feelings of being alone

because it was not me but my mom

who lived her life very strong.

that make me smile,

because now that she gone

mom raised me up right

even though now she not in my


Copyright © SHARLOTTE NEWAN | Year Posted 2016

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Baby Sweet

Baby Sweet

In a way you feel that baby
The way you rock him so slow
It's the way you hold that baby
The way your skin touches close

In a way you see that baby
or the way you breath so close
It's the way you smile, so maybe
He looks at you then smiles the most

I like the way you caress that baby
or like the way you dressed the same
Like today you said " Just hold him, baby"
I like the subtle way you play

In a way you were made for a baby
The way you both brightly glow-
The way you love to love that baby
In a way it's a magical show~~~

by Christian Alexander

Copyright © Christian Alexander | Year Posted 2015

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Never Wish Mom A Happy Birthday

Who talks to parents daily
thats so old fashioned
What to chat with them daily
A classy modern girl questioned.

They are so irritating
they dont know about privacy
They cant appreciate technology
Smart phones and fantasy

They humiliate when they they
call me to take care and eat
when the hell they will
stop treating me like a kid.

I gave her a suggestion
leave them and stay alone
when they wont be aroud you
all your problems will be gone

Let me take you to Super advanced
world fifty years later
Assume you have apple of your eyes
your beautiful daughter

You dont talk to your parents today
its totally jusificable
for she wont see you for months
as she will be a modern girl.

Equality is must, dont wish 
your mom on her birtday..
She will be so busy that her robot
will come to you on your last day.

Copyright © Akanksha Somani | Year Posted 2017

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Happy Mothers Day

From stubbed toes ,countless tears and many more to come
Being a Mom is never done
From baseball games,gymnastics,dances and proms
There is no full time job such as mom
From the punishments like no outside and no tv
To the love that was so unconditionally
From "Its painfull to be beautiful" & " Live and learn"
You taught so lovingly yet so firm
Making us proude to be who we are today
Keeping our mouths shut, if there is nothing nice to say
Working how ever long it took
Just to buy me that new pocket book
Getting the school clothes off of lay-away
Man that was the most magical day
It was enough for you, just to see us smile
Letting us stay home from school every once in a while
When we faught, you were the referee
Sending us both to our rooms so seriously
From being our cheif,servant, personal shoufer and maid
Doing it all without getting paid
Hosting parties on our behalf
To practicliy forcing us to get in the bath
Dressing us from head to toe
Not missing one talent show
Your a magnificent sculpter, molding and creating us
A love built on honesty,integrity,compassion and trust
Love you mom your the best!

Copyright © Dawn Quering | Year Posted 2009

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Eric's Story

The yard of my home, the location of football games. Eric was a wuss. If he had the ball, stand in front of him he’d drop it. One time running for a pass. I couldn’t see him he was near, I could smell the Old Spice he wore. I heard a sound I turned around. I swallowed the spearmint I was sucking. Eric was on the ground with the ball. His arm had a lump he sat out a few plays. We told him “go home” let his mom know he was hurt he refused. If he went home, his mom would make him stay. Eventually, he rejoined the game. The next day, Eric came over with a cast on his arm. He had broken it in three places. Eric the wuss had played football with a broken arm. He was a man. No one called Eric a wuss again.

Copyright © Rob Carson | Year Posted 2007

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Most of it is blurry,
For that, I am grateful.
Waking in a hurry,
From those eyes so hateful.

Chatting with my mother,
The day bright and beaming,
Just like any other,
Except I was dreaming.

Somehow I realized,
That I wasn't conscious,
That was when in her eyes,
I saw something monstrous. 

Everything around me,
Stood completely still, 
Save for those fiery,
Eyes that craved to kill.

Burning coals through my soul,
Embers that overwhelm,
In those cold, empty holes,
I witnessed my true Hell.

It was like I'd summoned
Something so abysmal,
That it's eyes could bludgeon,
Leaving my soul dismal.

I panicked and I scurried,
About the frozen scene,
Never more so hurried,
To flee from a dream.

Luckily I awoke,
To a cold December,
Before that Demon spoke,
Something I'd remember. 

Copyright © Bo Vigoren | Year Posted 2016

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I Love You Mom Today

This is another song I rewrote to the tune of the Christian song, I Love You, Lord Today, which we sung in church one year for Mother's Day. 

Verse 1

I love you.  I love you. 
 I love you, mom today,
because you care for me
in such a special way.
And so I thank you.
I honor you.
I pray God bless your special day.
I love you more than words can say.

Verse 2

Your life, your love
the way you give unselfishly,
so many little things you do
that reflect God’s love to me,
And so I thank you.
I honor you.
I pray God bless your special day.
I love you more than words can say.

I love you more than words can say,
more than words can say, more than words can say.

Copyright © Carol Connell | Year Posted 2017

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Happy Anniversary

Tossing and turning,
you try to fall asleep,
freezing and burning,
you even counted sheep!

You wake up in the morning,
and you fix yourself some eggs,
you get some kind of warning,
there are children pulling on your legs!

Mom and Dad I love you,
i hope your life is great,
cause you still have a lot to do,
with all these routines on your plate!

Happy Anniversary, I love you!

Copyright © Kathrine Robins | Year Posted 2017

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I cling to her
As mama has a hard
Time speaking 
But I still try to listen
To her motherly teachings.
I cling to her
As I walk beside her
As she now stepping so slow.
Because I never know.
I cling to her
While she get dressed
And help her fix her hair
Because the days she 
Feeling weak,
Her appearance she 
Still cares.
I cling to her
When I ask her about
Her day,
Even though mama sometime
Get her story's mixed up
And she can't remember
What to say.
I cling to her
As I take her to her doctor and 
says the words Heat failure
Oh Lord tell me what to do
What more can my mama go through.
I cling to her
Because now easily when 
She eatting she get choked
Mama has gone through
More than most.
I cling to her. By

Copyright © SHARLOTTE NEWAN | Year Posted 2015

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Roses are all different colors now.
And the violets don't even really know-
that the sugar is not feeling so sweet, anymore.
Cuz' love left nothing behind, just me-
I didn't go...

The colors all think that their hues are all used up-
And all these souls don't know where to go...
Somehow, the sky remains bluish gray up above, 
but lights no path for the lost to roam.
There is no place for them to call home.

No one is waiting. No one cares.
No one is crying because you feel dead.
No one is calling. No one is coming.
No one is crying because you're not there.

Theres nothing to live for,
but your breath comes just the same...
Theres nothing to die for, either-
We live in their f__'ed-up GAME...

Theres no one to love you just because they want to-
No one to be proud for all the real good you do...
No one to kiss your Boo-Boo's all better-
No One. Not Anymore. Not Ever...

No One, (remember?), had to show her the door;
She opened it herself, turned and looked at you for the last time-
knowing that she'd no longer, EVER, be able to look you in the eye...
She couldn't grace you with Good-Bye.
You deserved some acknowledgment, or some reason why...
A reason for all these wasting tears-
The ones I still can't hide...

No explanation for her decision.
She left before you could even ask why(?)
You try to understand why she betrayed your trust.
The only trust, in the one & only mother you ever had...

You lost all FAITH in me, Mom-
And I always held your hand...

Right or Wrong- YOU, I stood beside.
I guess in all these years, I shouldn't of held on so F-N tight...
All the while I thought you were loving me,
You were just taking me for a ride...

I WISH someone would've told me, 
how my part played out, long ago...
Because I could've walked here FASTER-
And I could've done it all ALONE.....

K.C. feb25,2006

Copyright © Karen Michelle Loos Copeland | Year Posted 2006

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Motherly Beauty

Let your beauty shine, said the sparrow to the tree,
the beauty lies not in myself, but thee,
said the tree. 
 My trunk may grow, 
and my leaves might shine, 
but the work you have done on
 that lovely nest goes to show, 
that hard work of the protective mother,
Tends to smother,
all the other beauty in the world.

Copyright © Destiny Edes | Year Posted 2016

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If I could go back in time 
Just to say what is on my mind,
I would let you see my tears fall,
Not just once but all the time.
If I had the chance to say I'm sorry,
I would say it to you every time I had 
Ever hurt you.
I know I am not all that bad,
But I am the child
You never wanted to have.
I know you never told me that, 
But rumors do have a way of coming back.
One more chance if I could, 
Just to let you hear my voice, 
Where nothing gets misunderstood. 
I want you to hear my words, 
Hear all my pain,
Let it rain. 
I would take your hand, Mom 
And say over and over again, 
If I could take all your pain away, 
Oh mom, I would. 
If I had one more chance to make the choice
Of where life had once put us, 
I would have changed it and made things right.
Mom, if you only knew
I always prayed for you. 
I always wanted you to know 
How much I truly loved you.
If I had the chance to look you in the eyes,
I would have had you see 
All the beauty you've given to me. 
I would hug you and thank you for all you have done.
I would do all I could
Just to put another smile back on your face.
Oh Mom, I hurt so bad.
I just wish I had one more chance. 
I would do my best to take all the gray days away,
And if I couldn't, I would dance with you 
Out in the rain just to wash away all the pain,
But I have no more chances; you are already gone.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2016
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery
 I miss you so much mom

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

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Who Will Help The Little Girl Smile?

Who will help the little girl smile, 
while she watches her Mom be pulled away from her?  
Who will help the little girl smile, 
when she sees her Mom put the needle into her arm? 
Who will help the little girl smile, 
while she wonders where her next meal comes from?
Who will help the little girl smile, 
when she is looking for a permanent place to stay?
Who will help the little girl smile, 
when she does not see her biological Mom for a while?
Who will help the little girl smile, 
while she is dropping that last handful of dirt on her?
Who will help the little girl smile 
or put the sparkle back in her eyes?
Who will help the little girl smile 
as she looks up to the sky and asked why?
Who will help the little girl smile,
when she looks up to God and says, who will love me?

The Foster Parents that's who!

--Harold Therault-- 7-10-2008

Copyright © Harold Therault | Year Posted 2008

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I Can Finally Drive

My bicycle days are through 
Please help me spread the news 
I no longer have to be a 32 year old hermit 
Mom and Dad got me my permit 
I just bought a car that seats 5 
Thanks to my parents I can finally drive 
Mom goes with me and my girlfriend out to eat 
Mom rides shotgun, my girl in the back seat 
While we are eating with live entertainment 
My girlfriend expresses how she doesn't like the car's seating arrangement 
So my mom drives and my girl is shotgun 
Now I am the lonely one 
We drop off my girlfriend and I ask my mom to remove the knife 
She says stop complaining, now you can drive 
The next night my Dad goes out with me and my buds 
We want to sit back and suck down a few suds 
Not on my watch, my Dad says 
My night out with the buds was disastrous 
After one beer, my Dad says you are too drunk to get behind the wheel 
He has no idea how this freedom of driving makes me feel 
My Mom and Dad are smothering me, my social life will never survive 
With them around, it look as if I will never truly drive 
Now it's Mom's turn to escort me, guess where we go 
My girl and Mom in the front seats, we stop at Domino's 
We all three sit in the car and wait for the pizza to get done 
Mom says no a/c, let's enjoy the sun 
I begin a waterfall of sweat 
Mom says look at you, you're all wet 
Mom asks for extra napkins when the pizza is delivered to the car 
Mom says tonight is Friday, let's park by the lake and enjoy the stars 
At the lake, I will drown myself, if I take a dive 
I am going back to the bicycle, I will never again attempt to drive

Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008

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Dear Mom, I just want to say

Dear mom, i just want to say I'm glad to be your son.
I just want to say you are my only one.
I just want to say sorry for acting out in school.
i just want to say sorry for making you look like a fool.
i just want to say thank you for being on my side no matter what i do.
i just want to say i love you.

Copyright © James Barnett | Year Posted 2008

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Happy Mother's Day

It's May so that means it is Mother's Day.  A day that is not just any day, but a day 
we get to show our love and appreciation for the women who shpaed our life in a 
very special way.

Mothers are very special women, they give us life, for the beginning they hold us 
close to their heart, they share their bodies with us.  They help us grow up; they 
are there for scraped knees, scratches, when we are sick and when we are 
scared.  They get us through our teen years, which can be very trying for them.

Sometimes its hard for them, but they let us go with the hope that the values they 
have instilled in us, we will use in our future.

Some moms are fortunate enough to see their children marry and eventually 
become Grandmothers.

I love my Mom very much, but she wasn't as lucky; she had to leave early 
because it was her time to go.  The memories I had with my Mom will live forever 
inside me.

I was not luck enough to give both to my own children, but I am blessed with 
children in my life who I love very much.

So to all of the special Moms in my life: My wish to you is simple.  Happy Mother's 
Day today and everyday.

Copyright © Abigail Clohessy | Year Posted 2008

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Dear Mom

Tears are rising,
Sun is setting,
That picture of us at your wedding,
Staring at me in the face,
Reminding me of what we once had.
You look at me,
But then turn away,
I know you are angry,
And I know that you are ashamed.
I guess I let you down mom,
I’m sorry to say,
I guess we’re not close anymore,
Only because of that tragic day.
When all hell broke loose,
And you said the worse,
Those words haunt me like a curse.
Only if you knew the tears I’ve cried,
Those sleepless nights even though I tried.
My heart pounds,
You are calling,
To yell or scream?
To tell me that I’m no longer me?
You say hello,
In that stern voice you have,
I choke up,
I knew this was going to be bad.
Please don’t yell at me,
Please don’t scream,
Please just wake me from this horrible dream.
I lye there at night thinking of all the possibilities,
Why can’t I think of any!
Why cant I just figure a way out of this stupid mess!
I do tell you I must confess,
I haven’t been trying my very best.
You let me down too,
Leaving me on the porch feeling numb,
Feeling broken and just gone.
You’ve cut me deep,
Deeper than ever before,
I guess now you have the higher score,
On who is worse.
Oh how I hate this freaking curse,
The curse of this family,
And all our disfunctionalness,
Our lives have been everything but bliss.
I guess your right mom,
You don’t know me,
Because I have changed honestly.
I know what is best for me now,
I’m not just a pawn in your little scheme,
To seem better then all human beings.
I’ll never forget those tears I’ve cried,
Or those sunsets all those nights.
Those pictures will not fade in my mind.

Copyright © Lauren Frazin | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ballad |


As the gun shots rang out I would lay still on the floor,
   trying to hear were there were coming from,
     down the street or at my front door,
         then silence listening as my fears numbed.

Standing in the night-filled street surrounded by crying loved ones,
  why oh why did he have to die,
     this was my life surrounded by gangs and guns,
        seeing myself dead on the pavement while others cry.

Off to the cemetery were they lay me to rest,
  looking from a distance I see the look on there faces,
    no longer held in moms arms close to her breast,
       but in a casket never filling her loving embraces.

Now looking up from six feet under seeing the ski one last time,
  hearing in the distance her last cry,
     mom this was never my life the walk I took was a fine line,
        to die a gang member I cry why mom why,

I awake next to my wife some years later,
   I`d never die in the streets like a dog, I swore it would n`t be me,
      to run in a gang was not my plans they were much greater,
         so why did I awake having this nightmare... I found a way out can`t you see    

Copyright © michael romero | Year Posted 2006