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This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….

Copyright © Catman Cohen | Year Posted 2011

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She Cried

       She cried, She died inside over and over again, She was trapped in herself 
and she had no way of escaping. Taking drugs to dull the mud that's been in her 
for years. She's so far away from reality that it's like she is constantly 
She has to remind herself what's fictional and what's fact because the 
hallucinations wouldn’t  let her breath, they’d lie to her every chance she gets. 
Turning her mom into a monster not butterflies suddenly this high becomes a 
nightmare. One she had been fighting for so long, 16 and still traveling the same 
rode as so many younger than her. She didn't listen to all the voices that tried to 
tell her what she was missing because truly reality is the thing that makes life 
worth living. To her reality was the guy who had raped her constantly when she was 
young, Why choose reality when you could live in a dream world where everything had 
excuses. Not only could she not recognize the girl who cried constantly in the 
mirror but she'd done so many things to herself that even her eyes were a different 
It hurt so bad not to remember so she continued to fade until soon it seemed 
In an idiotical world where there were always smiles, It wasn't until she got help 
that she realized the real world was never always pleasant. It was filled with hate 
and lies and pain but that's something real and something she needed to face. 
Something she needed to open her eyes to, life would never be cake and she couldn't 
have her victory without tasting poison at least once. So when the tears dried and 
the wounds healed she signed up for a special thing a thing called GED and she got 

Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2005

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Gaia: Mother Earth

Rain sprung a leak from heaven,
falling, falling, gently falling
bathing an Osprey nest,
upon a tall mountain crest,
Mother Earth will guide this quest.
Her beauty surrounds the woodlands best.

Rainbow prisms ever glow,
lighting the stage that's set, 
for a day forest winds blowing free,
ribbons of light and dark greens,
around winding shady crystal streams. 
Bald eagle shrieks resounding,
 with delightful sounds of this kind,
Mother Earth will share in your dreams,
 Come now, alive inside her mind.

Mother Earth beheld a secret garden,
dressed in her finest sacred apparel.
She came into being as a Goddess,
brought forth in light from heaven,
pure love at her core evolves to heal,
while souls touch her essence so real.

A spirit palace; a marriage of hearts,
co-joined to share love's healing grace,
A word, a touch, a smile bestowed,
blossomed love buds betwixt as one place,
blessings tendered upon human petals,
scarred by wounds received over time 
each gift of life brought here to cherish
beloved of the gardens divine

Tree of Life in Gaia's gardens midst
to those who find themselves love entwined
nurtured peace through her roots planted deep
no greater love has been known so divine
Mother Earth sows seeds as we sleep

Pond ripples flow in gentlest of wakes
Bearing graceful blessings borne of love,
Birds singing quietly until she awakes
Sacred flowers growing in gardens well kept
Bringing peace to all as Gaia Goddess slept

Copyright © Cheryl Koko Koomoa | Year Posted 2016

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My Grandmother

My Grandmother

As I think back, I think of a rare rose.
One of beauty and meekness.
A spirit that lit up the world.
For she was kind as can be.
I long to go to sleep; just to see her in my dreams,
my grandmother.
For she had a hidden strength that I could not see.
For it is in me, the gift she gave.
I look out into the world and still can see the light.
That light that guides me.
For beyond the clouds, heaven awaits.
I can still see my grandmother.
She's watching over me.

Copyright © Earline Tate | Year Posted 2006

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The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.

Copyright © Tay Reid | Year Posted 2013

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Brighter Day

Guide Our way to a Brighter Day
What I thought I cherished must only perish
The beginning and the middle
Ended in a self serving riddle
Broken remains 
Of a Dream yet to Be
Of a Higher Love
For You and Me
Love Mom 

Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2015

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In the morning at 4am
Ma took me in her arms
She said "Let's go out little Ben"
As she walked through the barn

The day before, Ma was crying
Searching for air as she gasped
Strangers asked her to stop trying
They said it's for the best

Food was so scarce in our village
Poverty in display
The robbers and thieves they pillaged
To everyone's dismay

Mama tried hard to keep me well
Since Daddy was long gone
But she's a victim in this hell
In hell, hope never dawns

The day before, they came to us
They said one word "Adopt"
Mama cried when they called me "Love"
When she smiled, my heart stopped

In the morning at 4am
Ma woke me up from sleep
She said "Let's go out little Ben"
Crossing the forest deep

I asked Mama where we're going
She clasped my hand so tight
I saw my fate not a knowing
Everything was a blight

We came a halt at a doorstep
Handsome house with grandeur
Ma ran the bell; I held my breath
The door opened; I shuddered

Ma pulled me close, and held me tight
Rocking me as she swayed
She said "Darling, hold your head high"
Mama don't go away

ILAS (04/02/2015)

Copyright © IL AS | Year Posted 2015

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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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In the Quiet of the Breeze    My Spirit Must Look Back too.....  a Darkness that took place....    Unfathomable to Face....    What I didn't See....  Is such a Disgrace...  How could I not know....   How could I not see....  How could I not feel   How could it be.....   I have no one to Blame but Me!!   I am so Sorry!!    My Darling Daughter xo that ' THIS' has come to be!!   May God in his Mercy bring Peace to Your Soul an Set You Free..xo

Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2015

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Nothing Matters

Inspired by and based on L’Étranger by Albert Camus

I'm a stranger to you, even stranger to me
I'll pass you by like a memory
Of innocence and ignorant bliss.
I feel nothing every time we kiss

I feel nothing each day I'm alive
Nothing matters, we're all gonna die
When and how, I could not care less
I don't care for the life over which you obsess

It can be changed but should I bother?
This life is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, didn't Mother die today?

Reflecting the sunshine on the blade of a knife 
To turn away or to take his life?
I stopped to think as he hit the floor
His breathless body took four more

Now I'm being punished for refusing to lie
If my life is the price then I'll sacrifice
I am not like you, I refuse to pretend
And if truth equals crime then I will not amend

It can be changed but should I bother?
This life is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, didn't Mother die today?

But I found myself in this nothingess 
And learnt to embrace the indifference
The end is nearing but there is no pain
For some strange reason, I feel happy again

I'm a stranger to you, even stranger to me
My blind rage has washed me clean
Proud to say that in this life so absurd
I never belonged to your condemned herd

I could have changed it but I didn't bother
This death is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, dear Mother, I'm alive again

Copyright © Stuck In Sepia | Year Posted 2011

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I conceived you in my mind.
I carried you around in the depth of my heart.
sitting under the tree of life,
I heard your song,my unborn child.I sang
it while I waited. I sang it while I waited.
I told your father of the song-
our child will sing.

He danced in morning glory,
he dance in morning glory.
I danced with your father
and he place you in my womb,
he placed you in my womb-
As we sang the tune;
We knew you'd be here soon.
I nurtured in my womb
-I nurtured in my womb.

And on the day that you came-
We were all familiar with your song
the day you arrived,
We all knew your song and sang,
your lovely song and sang.. you are alive.
We rejoiced in your song.

You grew up to be strong,
and when you did wrong,
we'd correct you with your song.
We'd caressed -with your song.
All the days of your life;
You shined our eyes with Joy.
When you returned
to where children come from;
Your life had been long.

The words to your song...lingered on.
We are now all gone;
 But your song still remains. 
From birth -
Your song still remains...
with those left on earth.


Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014

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A Mother Like no Other

I have a mother like no other...
Never really understood her when i was younger...
To others she was always kind and giving...
Yet to her children she was mostly harsh and controlling...
I have always wanted to know why but never did...
And as i age i often felt like a lost kid...
Constantly searching for love and care...
Something i felt my own mother would not even bare...
Now that she has aged too...
It breaks my heart and makes me shed a tear or two...
To see her old and weary...
Crossed my mind to ask her finally...why mommy?
Then it suddenly dawned on me...i do not need an answer...
For all i have to do is look at her...
Hard and long enough, without any anger...
Think of all the people she kept under her wings...
And be thankful of how they took off and soared...
Because of all the love my mother could afford...
I figured if she has saved a life at our expense...
Then....everything makes sense...

Copyright © Eliza Dimagiba | Year Posted 2012

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Mother Africa

Mother Africa,
Gather your sheep like a good shepherd.
Teach them morals and guide them rightly,
Educate them on African Values and culture.
Protect your sheep from the hynas and lions
That parade more in the forest of life to kill.
Remember the community begins at home.

I know you are not irresponsible like the Goat
Who has three breast but gave birth to four kids;
What will the fouth kid suck if others are sucking?
Guide the boys to stop looking at the Ladies lustfully,
The girls must bring their husband  home as it is
Stated in the tradition of Africa, no under tree love.

Cover your children with your wings like
Mother Hen covers her chicks against the kites.
Do not go loose in front of the young minds;
For when mother cow is cropping giant grasses
Her calf watches her from behind the scene.
Act like the mother you are not like a child you're not.

When a child misbehaves in your presence,
Hit him with a rod of correction and bring him
Back to your side with a sweet flavoured left hand.
Educate the ladies how to close their legs while sitting, and the boys, you must not leave behind;
Teach them that Africans never pregnate a lady before they marry her and the younger ones,
Tell them that Africans don't put their trouser 
on their waists.

See her in skimpy skirt and drive the skirt away from her waist, African women  don't wear skimpy skirt.
Those whose wrapper always untie because of civilization, padlock the wrapper to their waists.
Those boys whose pants flip up and down publicly,
Tie their pants with ropes to their waist, Africans have a face to preserve and protect in days to come.
She lust after money when in love and lost her value, show her what love means to Africans.

Father Africa, leave all not in the hands of Mother,
Bark when you needs to bark in front of your sheep.
Roar like a wounded Lion when the sheep goes wild,
All should not be left in the hands of Mother Africa
Nature has made us two, two together, two hearts beating as one can preserve many lost dignities.
You and you can save the you that stray away in shame.

(C) John Chizoba Vincent
All Right Reserved 2016

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2016

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My Family

My Family is very important to me
We are all united
We all love each other
Being together just makes us so excited

Now I'm going to tell you about my mom
She loves us all
She is always so calm
She does so much for us

Next up is my dad
He always tries to be so funny
But his jokes are so bad
It's really quite sad

Last is my brother
He really likes to dance
He's really like no other
Being silly is really his thing

Copyright © Hannah Stockwell | Year Posted 2015

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Dearest Mother

When I was a mere half grown boy
There was one thing that brought me joy
Animals; silken and fleecy 
Like look much better lying still and peaceful. 

Hide them in the store cupboards 
Or push their bodies below the creaky staircase
Mother don't look, Mother don't fret 
If she knew what I was doing, she'd have me dead. 

But one day I heard a scream
My dearest looked upon my eyes a'gleam 
"O young boy, what have you done?" 
Holding a lifeless mouse beneath her soft thumb. 

Mother didn't like it, Mother was afraid 
She slapped a hard ruler across my knuckle blade 
I thought to my self, this was a brutish deed 
Perhaps Mother would also like to bleed? 

I drew out my Bowie knife, a smile on my face
Where her heart would be, I put the blade in its place 
She fell to the ground without a moments hesitation
Her pretty face now red as a carnation. 

Mother wasn't moving, Mother wasn't warm. 
The former pinkness of her cheeks had become whitish and forlorn 
The only trace of colour left 
Was a trail of blood, leading up to her chest. 

I couldn't bear to see her face in such a state 
With a swipe of my handkerchief, off the blood came
After all it was not proper
For such a winsome face to be tinted with pain. 

The sight of the red-stained handkerchief in the night
Could have given anybody a stage worthy fright 
But O, not me, I found the sight alluring! 
Her pasty body next to me, I writhed my hands in jovial mourning. 

Mother, dear Mother, most precious to me
Your body now rests where you formerly slept 
Instead of your insides being blood and hot lungs
It's brimming with crisp cotton, some fabric for your tongue.

Copyright © Sasha Kulichenko | 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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Growing up I remember coming home,
  A little past the time you told me to,
A little late, a little scared all the way home,
  Thinkin' of a lie to tell you,
Knowing anything I said you weren't,
  Gonna believe me anyway,
I didn't want to disappoint you,
  Guess I was ashamed more than afraid,
I'm sorry Mama,
  I've always let you down,
When you're dreaming and you're sleeping,
  I'm writing all this down,
The devil keeps me awake,
  Sometimes for days on end,
But he can't take away my thoughts of you,
  My babies, my paper, and my pen,
I'm so sorry Mama,
  But mama will you make me just one promise,
Watch over them and the first star in the sky,
  Remind them to make a wish,
Mama just one more thing,
  For the little angels who lost their mommy,
Please be to them, what you were to me,
  And please tell them, I'm sorry Mama.

Copyright © LORRIE DENTMON | Year Posted 2014

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Part of me died that day

Words I never thought I’d read,
Made your intentions clear indeed

You were created in love
A special gift from God above,
Your tiny hands and feet
So innocent and so sweet
You are my son, my reason for living
What have I done that makes you so unforgiving?

As we celebrate the joyous birth
A newborn life has come to earth
A symbol of such hope and joy
A beautiful, healthy, baby boy
My son has a son and a son
Nanna’s job has just begun

I gaze at the text on my phone
In this busy terminal, I feel so alone
I have never mistreated you in any way
How can this be what you say?
“You do not deserve to see your grandchildren, anyway
Have a good flight and be on your way!”

I board the plane in a daze
30 hours pass in a haze
My dying mother sees my pain
But I do not wish to complain
So I smile and shrug; what can I say
But part of me died that day

Copyright © Huberta van Akkeren | Year Posted 2014

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Mother Knows Best

Drifting softly, off to sleep,
I've taken life, but yours I'll keep/
I take from those, who don't deserve/
But your beauty, must be preserved/

You'll never die, I promise you/
The life you had, is all you'll lose/
A painting even loses shade/
But Your skin will never gray/

Soon you'll open, those blue eyes/
That put shame to cloudless skies/
You'll try to open your soft lips/
From which no sound escapes or slips/

You'll feel the stitches as they pull/
At your sixty new lip-holes/
I promise your pain won't last long/
Try to relax, and hum this song/

Hush now child, try not to cry/
Mother's gonna wipe your teary eyes/
If this is our last goodbye/
Look for me until you die/

I make my victims hum this song/
So I can cry and sing along/
I dry my eyes with each one's flesh/
But mother really did best/

She taught me how to do these things/
To save their faces with these strings/
She said they wouldn't look like her, 
Not at first, don't be deterred/

once I'm through, I'll see her then/
Never if, but only when/
Painting makeup on their skin/
Show me where my mother's been/

I stitch their lips unless their noise,
Reminds me of my mother's voice/
If they're lucky and willing,
I let them have a chance to sing/

Hush now child, try not to cry/
Mother's gonna wipe your teary eyes/
If this is our last goodbye/
Look for me until you die/

It's been so many drawn out years,
With no mother to dry my tears/
I reminisce the bodies sprawled,
All throughout my bedroom halls/

And now my moms' image is scrawled/
Across my four white prison walls/
I kill another every night/
Inside My schizophrenic mind/

Copyright © Bo Vigoren | Year Posted 2016

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A Bear Climbed Over The Mountain

A  Momma Bear Climbed Over The Mountain 

And What do You Think She Saw 

She Saw Another Mountain 

So that Momma Bear Climbed that Other Mountain 

And So On

And So On.....

As She Looked up into the Heavens 

Careying Her Cub this Far

Never Looking Back

Their Destiny is in Gods Hands

Faith in the Lords Love has brought them many Miles and over many Mountains 
Momma Bear Prays Everyday that her Cub may find her way......

...and May have Peace again in Her Day..... 

Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2016

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If Only

Dark clouds loomed overhead... White flowers lay there on her grave, Raindrops started falling and people scurried, I just stood still and tried to be brave. For the tears they were welling up inside, Like a dam about to give way; My hands were quivering, my lips were dry, The colour from my face was drained. I walked up to the mound of wreaths, A single tear rolled down my cheek. I set myself down on one knee... The dam burst, I began to weep. If only I had told her how much I loved her! If only I hadn’t fought with her every day! I just wanted to tell her I was sorry... I just wanted to make it all okay. She had worked so hard to keep me happy, She used to toil all day When I was hurting she would smile and kiss me, And make the pain go away. When there was no money for me to go to college, She had sold her car and paid the fees; When I failed in my exams and had given up hope, She had helped me get back on my feet. All my life she was the one person Who believed in me when no one else did; I don’t know why I used to fight with her, If only I hadn't screamed and shouted. All these years she faced such hardships, Just to make sure I had everything I wanted, Yet instead of being grateful to my mother, All I had shown her was anger and hatred. Now I knelt on a dark cold rainy day, Struggling to find words to say... If only I could tell her I was sorry If only I could make it all okay.

Copyright © Samuel John | Year Posted 2014

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Back in time: A Space Knight blues

Before I stepped into this brave new Valley of The Tears,
My mother used to sing me songs of Knights all brave and fierce.

She told, as she was herself told by her own mother dear
That they came from far back in time, some millions and a year. 

These Knights, I've never seen but with my closed eyes in her womb
And in those days, they rode in holy circles in my room.

The circles went all up and down like in a whirling pool,
With lights and fires everywhere and seats as soft as wool.

These nights of sleepless nights, as I played witches with a broom,
I never knew the lights I saw were real witchcraft and gloom !

'Twas like a fairy tale to me, with engines swirling 'round
And angels white and brilliant surrounding holy ground:

The pearls of white and blue beryls and stones as red as wine,
and the gemstones, and amethysts and crystals so divine !

I used to travel back in time with windows open wide,
But one day, the Knights came and brought me to the world outside;

That's when I was born to my mother as a mammalian,
Until the doctors discovered I was a reptilian...

which means that for the human race, I am THE ALIEN... 

by Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday from Madagascar

Copyright © Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday | Year Posted 2012

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Mother Dear

Two am and something's gone wrong here.
It looks like I have drank all my wine, "I'm so thirsty", I can't
wait for tomorrow.
No shame, I shall drink Listerine.
Six am, this drink has me weary, I'm wasted, but my well has run dry.
To the liquor store, I walk down to the corner, I'm early and it's raining but I still wait there outside.

Mother dear, I am sorry I failed you, but your son has a thorn in his side.
When I was young you had such expectations, intentions, were not for you to cry.
Father sir, tell me why did you leave us?
A coward, man you ran off to hide.
I'm sorry sir that I never have met ya.
But if it were now, well, you surely would die.

Throughout my life I have made many wrong turns, I found my way although I cheated and lied.
I hurt someone who once told me she loved me,
and burnt the bridge as I left her behind.

The days are long as my train travels slowly,
closer, toward the end of it's line.
I made my choice and stand by my decision.
Denying remorse but with tears in my eyes. 

Copyright © robert burke | Year Posted 2014

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Soldier's Mother

Soldier's Mother

Come sit weary mama

How can we honor you best?

Sing praises of him or her?

And when all speeches over,

Still you must continue with that longing

Come grace us with your gaze upon these fields of flowers, yes red flowers

We want you to see our fervent need to thank

Giver of lives who would give theirs

Common mothers do not comprehend

How to raise the brave 

How to show what real freedom is

How a baby face with golden locks will crawl

and giggle and look up with sparkling eyes as they suckle

Life eternally precious and trusting

And we the human race

will never get it right or learn from our mistakes

How must we learn to thrive

and still keep trying with what is left

The ultimate punishment will be paid for our naiveté 

Our foolish mistakes

We must keep trying or we will cease

And the soldiers mother understands like no other

how we long to keep our fences high

And they will go on in their tottling bouncing curls 

to devour freedom as though unending

While the brave ones grow alongside

their destinies unknown but hopeful just the same

We thank you not just today but always

Take my hand sweet soldier’s mama

through the field of memories 

when our little ones played in the sun,

red cheeks burned bright 

Rushing to your arms as they Loved to Live  

and Lived to Love so deeply

Thank You Brave mama 

for we could never deem to repay you

S. Hale

Copyright © Sherry Hale | Year Posted 2015

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Rescue 911

Look after Joe our mother said
We promised we would do it
She needed a break from all of us
And went out of town for a visit.

It was the spring of '93
The blizzard had ruined my place
So Sam was helping clean up my yard
Little did we know
We'd soon be red in the face!

I went down to check on Joe
He asked me to regulate his shower
I told him I'd do it later
And asked if he could wait an hour.

An hour passed, then two
We were busy with what we were doing
We forgot Joe needed a hand
And was sitting, waiting, stewing.

When I remembered to go back
I found it out of my power 
For Joe had taken matters into his own hands
And was stepping out of the shower.

You adjusted the water, I began
Oh no Miss Emily
I could not do it myself
It was that nice policeman.

Where did you find a policeman
Out here in the sticks, I cried
Knowing in my heart something was wrong.
Easy Miss Emily, I figured it out
I needed help, 
So I dialed 911.

I was horrified, afraid they would think us bad
For neglecting our uncle that fine spring day
Too busy to give him what he needed
Scared they'd take him away.

Oh no probem Jane
The man said when I called
We understand what happened today
Just tell Uncle Joe if he does it again
That out of his pocket he'll pay.

Our mother was not happy with us
But eventually thought it great fun
That Uncle Joe took matters into his own hands
And for help, dialed 911.

Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2012

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Mother's Tea

Slowly, methodically she sipped the piping hot tea from the delicate, china cup
Looking around the table, at the smiling faces, so full of love, and wisdom, drinking it up.
Every age of life represented in those smiles
Some new, some wizened, others starting to show the lifetime miles.
Looking into eyes so much like her own
She knew she would never be alone.
Years may pass quickly as time flies
But she will always have those beloved memories to guide her by.
Allowed to join that sacred club and wear its tear-soaked badges with pride
Not even close to being prepared for that terrifying, yet joy-filled ride.
Motherhood: With nothing but words to live by and mother’s intuition,
Old wives tales and superstition 
These women have raised generations.
Loving, guiding,
Sharing, abiding 
Living, laughing, crying, screaming
Sighing, fighting
Cooking, dreaming.
Blessed child brings them together, Three generations bound by love and tea
Three separate women bound by the ties of family.

Copyright © Michelle Morningstar | Year Posted 2016

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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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My Mother is My Hero

Glance into the world through mother' eyes
Just as though time were gone; and
Every crook will become straight to you.
Tears shade for self are tears of weakness
But tears shade for others are a sign of strength.
Mother, my tears are for you thise day,

The only greatest thing ever happens
To me is that I have a caring mother
Who knows where and when it hurt men,
In the darkest. Chamber of the odd night.
She is the golden jewel that never worn out,
A breathe that brings life,

She is the moon that brighten my night,
The eyes that sees through my eyes,
It is natural to die as to be born by mothers.
It is impossible to love and to be wise,
Mother is the stone that never move
But the water nourished it as its sit by its shore,

Note her words for they are life to the hearer,
The woman of the East whose smiles calm the storm of life.
Mother is my hero, my hero is my mother, the maker of my tomorrow,

The only person in charge of the little me,
There won't be the me in me without her.
When others backoff where it hurts
She stands up for you behind the storm,

When no one believes me, 
She looks into my eyes and believed.
When no one love, she loved me 
She is the only hero made for me
In the beginning of the world,

The only one who could face the sun for my sake
The only one who could kindle the burning fire for me,
The maker of my smiles, my mother is my hero,

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015

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Tree of strength

My tree of strength, my beautiful solitude spot,
I come to you to rest,  My tired body, my tears to shed,
My tree of solitude, may your strong branches give me shade,
My tree of solitude, you bring a smile upon my face, forever I will be grateful for your warmth, and grace.

My tree of solitude, I lay beneath you, as the winds gently blow,  your gentle branches, singing me to a calming sleep, I lay beneath you to remember my beloved son,  who loved nature with all his heart,
for now I know he is with me in the peaceful moment, thank you my sacred tree, until we meet again,  
may you stand tall and strong, with your long branches, to keep my spot nice and warm.

Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015