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Details | Ode |

Just a Girl

Just a girl in a room, sitting on the floor,
I can see her in this window, but I see no door
Crying her song of anguish, of this unspeakable pain,
Has every intention never to feel it again
I rock, I tremble, my life is at cost
All I know is this shell, for it's myself...my core...my all I have lost

From the start I new this fight could only last so long,
I aimed to defeat it, striving to remain strong
Each day in and day out, facing the demon, fighting the doubt
At a moment with no warning, without any clue
I was losing my strength...my energy...all the will I once knew

For now, my all is lost, my memories are faint,
There is no pretty picture left for me to paint
This girl on the floor, in this empty room
Was this girl condemned for a life of doom

My tears disappeared, like they'd never been there
Dried up with my soul, the time is clear
Wanting to shake her, make her open her eyes
To show some hope, the blue is still in the skies

Then, out of nowhere, I found the door
I wanted to save the girl on the floor
As I neared and inched to her close
She wasn't that girl, what I saw was a ghost

As I turned to walk out, stopped by a noise
I heard the laughter of girls and of boys
With that came a voice of peace and of grace
She told me, she's happy, no-more demon for her to face

I am calmed, I'm reassured, I'm no longer in pain
She was the broken me, but now I am strong again

Copyright © Katee Surface | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Ode to the Lineman

Pulled himself to the very top 
Looked over the world on high 
Felt the warm and stirring breeze 
falling from the sky 
Knowing this was how it felt 
to soar above the land 
To feel so safe away from things 
so free to be alive 
Yet down the pole we all must come 
to touch the very ground 
This is where we laugh and play
gives us what we need 
The loving smile of a young girl's face 
a women's tender care 
For up above the pole to fly 
is nothing but the air 
But on the soil we grow and live 
to reach out, to touch, to give 
So keep your feet upon the ground 
take a good long look around 
and see if flying above the pole 
isn't like living in a hole 
from where you never see  
the reaching hands pulling you down 
pulling you down to be

Copyright © Elinore Carney | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |

Ode to my son on his 28th birthday

When I looked up at you the other night
I saw you coming through the door
Framing it with your amazing smile
steadfast, self assured, a happy man
A happy Dutch life with Irish sea-kissed roots
Not just a European but a world class man
As you stood before me, I felt such pride.

When I think of you, I see my little boy blue
Forever young, blond mop, those winsome sky eyes
my spry child, intelligent, forever questioning
hyperactive,  mischievous, a little dare devil
your smile, a mile wide in times of trouble
I see you holding your teddies Ruby and Rupert
Tractors, diggers, broken engines brrrrrrrmm.

Your love of engines, paid off after all
as you shifted gear to driving instruction
For a guy who showed no interest in being a scholar
Now you are the teacher, with a flurry of pupils
I think it works better, this way around.
Your greatest gift is your love for people
Your greatest asset, your winning smile

Keep on living and loving as you do
You view life through a positive lens
Becoming a mother hit me with a new perspective
An appreciation of life, when I gave you yours
Together we grew, and continue to grow
In love and respect, now and forever.

Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode |

Poem for a sleeping child

Poem for a sleeping child   

There’s a wish to wander in your cool innocence
and cruise the thoughttides of no
responsibility—so easily you wipe your
shoeless feet on the ever waiting door
mat of socialization. How can I help you keep your 
tender "souls" intact—your tread from
wearing thin out of align so as not to
fall flat. Your easy grace put to an 
unfair test of ill-will winds blowing
carelessly at your soft back. I long for your sweet
calm at rest so deep so empty filled with
solid happiness—you know you are loved 
beyond any measure that’s human or infinite. If
I could walk with you for a moment and peek
quietly at your conscience-----but no-it's yours  
and no Dooleys allowed. Forgive me to 
want to intrude on your ever pleasant play-would you
share with me like the kernel of rice or
squashed raisin-I might, but only if we all
can go. Keep it hold it for as long as you
can-as it suddenly disappears without a trace
never to be found again lest you become your 
own sondaughter and learn to bask on 
the outside looking in—---and be content. I 
will live to never intrude on your soulspace,
but will always knock first. I am sorry ahead 
of time for any pain I cause—for my mat 
was torn treaded , muddy and ragged—my
sleep had no wanting witness. But I promise
to watch over you      all ways.

Dave Collins. Song, Poem for a sleeping child, music to write by, Kevin Ubanks. Best read if listening to the suggested music. Spring 1991.

Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Ode to my son

these words of my heart 
will neither come out of pity
nor will go down the wind
nor, again, will build any city.
But lend me your ears, baby,
and listen to what an old man
can say despite the rods of men.

Live up to your own ambitions.
Keep your heart alive
and your mind working 
with honor and passion.
Take this over from my heart
that has suffered for so long.

There is always a good thing 
to think of and to do 
instead of fruitless tarrying. 
Let not the cold world 
affect you and do its worst.
there is always something
good to be done against it. 

be careful of those people 
who call themselves your friends, 
your enemies are known.
They both have not become 
what they have become
only because the mind, without
the heart, sees differences
and builds on them obstacles
to divide rather than unite.
They used, it is gone now, to be
your friends and the circle
the circle is open and far from full.

When the light and the sun rays 
are leaving, remember to perceive
the natural attitude and substance
of daffodils and innocent flowers.
Hide your tears, baby, from men
and let them fall alone to freshen
the sight of your eyes and vision.
Open your inward eyes of Earth and Eden.

Be always on the move 
and fear not the elements 
of submission and contrition. 
The light is coming in
and love is all around you.
Fear them no more.

Bring yourself to accept
your destiny and look at
the horizons of your heart
to improve your tools 
and feel the power of patience
and reap the harvest of resistance. 
So much depends on them, 
so much depends on you. 

Have time to work, son,
and have time to play. 
Seek to be simple
and look up at
the sunny sphere
without a pair of glasses 
Your eyes are for Earth and Eden 
Keep them pure and undefeated.

But see !!
When the rain comes
as it will in autumn and spring,
summer and winter, son,
don't rush to get an umbrella
and cover your head like many
of them would do and would not.

You already have more than it
your smile can make it 
and the flowers around you
will make it and come along 
to live with you and teach you
how to be yourself and be
one sunny day, to your sons
and daughters, little son,
the father my father
has never been for me. 

Chokri Omri

" L'amour a besoin des yeux, comme la pensée a besoin de la mémoire. "

Copyright © Chokri Omri | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

Wings Of The Son

It hurts
it hurts bad Ma
are they gonna break my wings
don't let them clip my wings Ma
don't let them do it!
I want to love so powerfully, 
do they understand what love is
they'll try to burn my heart alive
you know it don't you!

I used to get so scared Ma
I could feel the acid on my ribs,
not anymore though,
thank you for giving me diamond wings Ma,
they haven't burned my wings yet
they're never gonna do it
I have the divine passion and wisdom
they can't destroy me,
now my hurt swells into love glory!
Thank you for bleeding for me Ma -


Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |


On the wings of two angles I was brought into this world…
My mother and father I’ve called them since my birth

To their arms I ran when I first walked…

When my heart was not calm

Their love would come…

When no one believed
They saw what others couldn’t see
When I would cry
With a calm sigh they would smile
And the whole world would stop and the pain would die…
They taught me not to lie…
They taught me to be human…
On the wings of two angels I was brought into this world…
My mother…her beauty puts the stars to shame….
My father…his heart stronger than all the men…

I thank my lord for giving me
The biggest treasure on this world,
Love that is clearly out of this world…
Thank you. 

Copyright © Zeki Majed | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

My Son

As a tear runs down my cheek
the world might see me as weak.
But a pain that has no end
devours me day and night
until I feel spent,
useless, a candle without light.

Could I have done more?
Why didn't I dig to the core?
If only I made that last call
maybe I would have seen
his ultimate brick wall
How different things could have been.

But now is the hour to let go
Time to fight my own foe
allow him the peace and rest
Only has he forgone me
His sun setting in the west
a short while before my own will be.

Copyright © JP Hugo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Ode To My Son

Son, for sure that was a blissful day;
When bawling you were passed into our arms,
To be creators of this fragile babe,
To hold another being's captive charm,
As no scriptures will record these miracles,
So let me pen some worthy notes of praise,
So in my age I'll look again and smile,
Re-living moments of fantastic times:
That you were born to us in perfect form;
That you had too been blessed with sturdy health;
That you did in your youngest years stay calm;
And did not seek to grow too soon to man;
That you did keep that loving child in you;
Who still would seek the comfort of our arms;
That you did hold that honest bargain true;
We, supportive parents of respectful child;
You, toiling consciously for our desires;
That you did heed those lessons that we shared;
Born from a wisdom of advanced years;
That you found time to light up hearts with care;
Whom fate had made less fortunate than yourself.
So that, on graduation day you did move all,
Who felt the artistry in your recital,
As black caps rained and cheers flew high,
Our hearts were filled with overwhelming pride.

Copyright © Emmanuel Paul | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Mum's the Word

I heard a little secret
I'm not about to tell
Then again, on second thought
I guess I might as well

The greatest gal that ever was
I'm sure you would agree
Sons and daughters everywhere
Would feel the same as me

Is one who loves without a doubt
Or any strings attached
And when it comes to caring 
Her love cannot be matched

And so it stands to reason
That mothers are so great
And grammas even greater
Sometimes they just can't wait

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

WHAT WE OWE GOD: An Eternal Debt of Praise

a couple had a good son whom they sent off to grad school
his goal to become a doctor as he was smart and nobody's fool
now on his own he decided to no longer attend Sunday service
he felt that God had no need for his personal worship

some people tend to feel that God doesn't require their praise
the question of a debt of gratitude in their minds has never been raised
but what people fail to realize or even comprehend
is that it was God who gave life to them
Creator of the universe and every living being
Creator of everything we're touching, hearing and seeing
Dr. Albert Einstein once made a very telling remark
that seeing how the human eye works is proof there's a God

when viewing this wonderful world and all the magnificence it beholds
one can clearly see the hand of God that has uniquely unfold
a sunrise, a sunset or a rainbow after a spring shower
a solar eclipse, a child being born are all proof of God's great power
He created man and it was He who gave us the breath of life
He gave us His love and grace and His son as a sacrifice

things have happened in our lives of which we're not even aware
times when God has shielded us from the evil that's out there
He's sent His mighty angels to watch over our backs
He's sent His heavenly warriors to stop any and all attacks
an eternal debt of gratitude and praise to God we owe
but we're not the only beings who are in the know
the angels in heaven praise His holy name
the devil in hell also bows down to Him in shame

created in His image His likeness we now bear
we're His beloved children for whom He tenderly cares
He makes Himself known to us every morning, noon and night
He is our source, our all in all, our strength and our light
an eternal debt of praise from us towards God is due
and as you read this poem I hope you get a clue

God doesn't need anything from us He's complete on His own
It's us who needs God as we can't do it alone
God is great, God is sovereign, He is the King of kings
He's all powerful, He's all mighty and controls everything
there is nothing in this universe that is not under His command
and no matter what we think He holds the whole world in His hands
and today that young man who thought that God didn't need his praise
is now a doctor and disciple of Christ whose hands are forever raised
an eternal debt of praise from us the Lord God is due
because if it wasn't for the Lord God there would be no me nor a you

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ode |


I wrote for you my best love song
I sing it everyday.
The melody from your kisses
The words from your every smile

I wrote for you my best love song
To sing a never ending love
The rhythm from your laughter
The notes from each step you take

Each day I sing you in my mind
I play you on my heart
I hum you in my whispers
I strum you in my eyes

I wrote for you my best love long
As only a mother could write
To the child who gives her laughter
Son…my best love song is you

Copyright © Marcia Walton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |

-An Ode To Jesus From Simon of Cyrene- 3

                                       (Part3) Home, The Realization and Blessing,Finally.
Here where I reside in Cyrene in the country
of Cyrenaica later to be known as Libya, now in Africa
so far has the news hailed, to cheer me on,
For that Holy-man of Judaea never died
my days henceforth shone bright above for me,
They said too that He truly was a King
a Son from the Davidic Royal line,
A King without an earthly throne to sit upon.

But for me that Holy-man will forever be
A Prophet on High, a Son of God
so much more than, a mere earthly king,
And all this I say without a doubt in mind
for I was there, I felt His touch
I heard His words, I saw the look in His eyes
because of Him I tread this earth
so much the lighter now.

Now at the close of day and at my hearth
bathing in the warmth of the fires glow,
My thoughts are more and more upon
that Man of God, that man Jesus
whom I helped that awful day,
And I wander if He knows He has helped me more
than He will ever know for now I feel so
much closer and grateful to my God.

To my God whom I Worship every day
even more so, now that I have met His Son
His Son, who so has suffered, the the hand's of sinful man,
He suffered shame and degradation
all to redeem Men, all to show Man the Resurrectional Way,
All for Man's sake and for that day, I am so truly blessed,
And His words to me "You too will sip this cup
with Me unto the end of time", those words now seared into my soul.

Copyright © Christopher Stopford | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

Ode to my Mother

And when I crept under your warm embrace,
Oh Ma! I got to know what the wide world missed.
That shining light of midnight moon,
Swept all over your starry face.

Your smile, to my life a boon,
My temple, a shrine, where you kissed.
Your eyes, the sparkly dew at dusk,
Your voice, the departing cuckoo's tune.

The furtive smile, one with tears that sneaked,
On homecoming, as lone cloud at noon,
True. Your tender feet hold heavens,
Blessed me, with those, first walked and slipped.

The roads you paved, with effulgence,
Took me back, on being brusk,
As sun, behind the mountains always,
At dawn, again your're young as rose whence.

Copyright © Khuzema Mithai Wala | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

Going Through Photographs of Yesteryear

Going through photographs of yesteryear,
makes me wonder what made you a murderer?
To the brother, who you claimed to be brother from another mother.

Going through photographs of yesteryear,
reminds me of the growing years when we (me & father) were your nurturers.
We told you to be her protector to your sister,
Not a murderer but a shoulder to her tears.

Have you not seen the color of your sister’s face when the brother of yours
and lover of hers arrived at our place everytime?
Have you not been prouder when she spoke of your bromance 
endearingly in front of the so called mediocre crowd?

Going through photographs of yesteryear,
makes me wonder why we told you to be a protector to your sister,
not a murderer but a shoulder to her tears.
Why had I told her that after me and father, brother will take care of her?
Why had I not taught her to be independent than make her bend
in front of the brother who at the end shall listen to the society?
Going through photographs of yesteryear…..

Copyright © Rashmi Deshpande | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

Mama's Love

She would come and wake us early and we'd roll out of bed, 
Cook a little breakfast and brush our sleepy heads. 

Then walk us down the driveway to wait on that old bus, 
And once She'd seen we boarded she'd wave at all of us. 

Then she'd wash the dishes, Stoke the fire, and make up all 5 beds,
go and feed the chickens while looking for some eggs.
Times were hard back then and I've come to realize, 
Is I probably would not have made it.
 But for the love in Mommas eyes.

Copyright © Todd Milstead | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

My Darling Angel

For my darling Angel
May you grow to be strong
And pure of heart
May you dream incredible dreams
Believe in anything you wish
And wish for what you believe
May you experience magic
And reach for the stars
Be kind and cherish your possessions
Take your time to do things right
Never forget who will always 
Love you for you
You will always be mine
My pride, my joy
The apple of my soul
My heart, my world
My darling Angel

Copyright © Shannon Deane | Year Posted 2006

Details | Rhyme |

I Am What I Am-Ode To My Son

This is a poem from me, your mam
When will you accept me for who I am?
I've always treated you well and your sister too
I’ve never played favourites with either of you

I've noticed that as you’ve got older
You have a huge chip on your shoulder
Don't be ashamed of me, you know you are
Just because I don’t have a flash car

My house is a home, no money I owe
Everything’s paid for, no H.P. you know
Respect my partner and respect me too
I’ve never tried to dictate to you

You’ve made your choices and I’ve made mine
It’s been ten years now, surely that’s a sign
That I know what I want, some happiness in my life
After years of misery, filled with remorse and strife

Accept me as I am or don’t accept me at all
But your prejudice for all this time means you’re heading for a fall
You’ll need me in the future and you know that I am right
But whatever you think of me, I know my future is bright

So take off your blinkers and you’ll see it’s true
I deserve to be happy, regardless of your view

Copyright © Jenny Linsel | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

My last hour with my Father


With small hints and gestures
Familiar and known,
The seeds of your exit were carefully sown.
Requesting I shave you, that personal contact
A handshake, some laughter, gentle acceptance.
Relaxed and ready, you're all you are - Alive!
Full of reminiscence of a life, a path
that led to other paths and road, and views.
You did your best, now dressed
and looking forward, over the edge.
You won't admit to feeling scared;
This road, it ends for all
Which makes a last goodbye unkempt
As you reach out for the sky..

Goodnight and God Bless. My Daddy x

Copyright © Martin McAreavey | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |


The wind is still.
The trees are sad.
The night is dark and solemn.
Our son has come home
in cold whispers and tale.

We saw him leave home to fight.
We sang a song for his homecoming.
We sat around burning logs 
to tell his gruesome spear write 
the history of our land.

But tonight is different!
It is the ominous voice of the Owl that we hear.
Our men whisper in small circles.
Our women hide behind thatched doors.

Our son is come home a hero
borne on the shoulders,
our his surviving mates.

Copyright © k k iloduba jnr | Year Posted 2008

Details | Ode |

El Varon

El Varón, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Third-second son of Carlitos
O…el nene de mami

 “I want that,” he says to everything he sees

 “Where is Ca?”
“I love you Ca”
Ca, short for Carlos	
O…el nene de mami

Varón, who cries when something goes wrong
Varón, who does not like dirt on himself
Varón, who strips down when at home

Third-second son of Carlitos
O…el nene de mami

El nene de Ca
Talks a lot o hasta por los codos
Runs around the house playing with:
Others and imaginary friends

Third-second son of Carlitos
O…el nene de mami

Nene de Ca
Strips down
Talks a lot

Runs around the house
Energy runs through
Energetic is he
I sit and smile


Copyright © Vickie Ortiz Vazquez | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ode |

ode to loving soul

Mama Dina,
Are you here?
left before autumn brokedown.
Days I began to live will be missed.
But I'll bring flowers for you.

Mama Dina 
Can you hear?
I was just a figure,No one wanted me.
A homeless,anytime to be dissolved.
But you paused by me.

Mama Dina,
Ageless you'll be !
For I says you riched with golden love.
Like the sweetest mango from the garden.
Inspired many by your soul.
Mama Dina,
Hear me' 
Yearnd nothing before.when you lived.
The only wish is for you from me.
May soul embrace by thickness  paradise.

Mama Dina,
Lived joyusly.
Your love will be made a tale.
Motherly wings everyone would wish.
Like a book you'll inspire.

With love,son bobo

Copyright © k.c chophy | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

My Ode To The Dearest Angel

We glorify people who are saints,
heroes, geniuses or common folks
who simply show us their human side
by being meek, never showing any pride.

There was such a wonderful, devoted person I greatly admired
who helped me build a strong but humble character,
and preaching about God, I learned the first prayer;
she empowered me with a will to overcome things vainly desired.

It's my ode to the dearest angel who showed me the easiest way
to Heaven: climbing those golden steps to discover divine light;
blessed be your maternal womb that gave me such a long life, 
and the inner courage to challenge harsh fate without mire!
I sailed on ships on windy oceans, but safely returned to my bay;
I walked on dangerous paths always being aware of a hidden blight. 

It would have been my greatest joy to have seen you and dad
walking together, but he only sought carnal pleasures and went bad:
to lose a soul to temptation is easy, to save it is nearly impossible.
He made vows and kept none and hurting you, he hurt me as well,
and instead of hating him, we ran to church at the stroke of that bell;
he wondered what was the secret that kept us close and indivisible!

It's my ode to the dearest angel who praises God above earth and clouds,
If I can't weep, it's because these tears have run dry; this gladness overflows
knowing that loneliness is not defined by the lack of closeness and hugs:
it's the loving thought of preserving the memory of a mom I honor with words.  

Written on 3/31/2017   


Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Ode to Brock

He's so spirited and free,
Hardworker and sweet.
He's a follower of God,
And a holder of our love.
From lawn mower to drumer,
From son,
To significant other.
He'll always be here.
He'll always be near.
He'll never be forgotten.
He's my cousin through and through.
I love him dearly and that won't ever disappear.
So here's to you, Brock.
Your strength inspires us all.

For those who read this and don't understand, my cousin Brock was diagnosed with a 
cancerous brain tumor many months ago. He's been battling it quite a long time and seemed 
to be doing much better. Recently, I learned from my aunt that the cancer has spread and 
he's not going to make it. He has mere weeks left. I love Brock dearly and pray for him 
constantly. His strength brought me courage to overcome stupid fears in my life. Instead of 
mourning his impending death, I've decided to celebrate his life and what he gave to us 
without having to say a word for that's how he's always been.

Copyright © Shelby S | Year Posted 2009

Details | Ode |

He Brings - An Ode to my youngest Son

He brings tenderness, he brings wisdom,
He brings power to my soul,
He brings joy, he brings excitement,
He brings pleasure, to make me whole.
He brings strength, he brings passion,
He brings laughter and fun,
He brings light, he brings love,
He is my amazing Son.

Copyright © Kay Roberts | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |


His hair was black, crisp and wavy,
Above a face well-featured by grace. 
A man who knew how to earn a living,
He could look the entire world in the face.

Dad’s advice I will never forget:
To try always to do your best,
And to thank God everyday,
Because He’ll take care of the rest. 

To church, he went every Sunday
To hear the pastor’s learned voice.
The singing of the church choir
Allowed his weary heart to rejoice.

He told me to know to use my mind,
Since knowledge is much to be sought;
And there is no end to learning,
Or end to what needs to be taught.

Dad had hands that fixed anything,
With a bit of cement or a nail.
And whatever he had put together,
You could be sure it wouldn’t fail

If only I had listened to him more, 
While he was here with me alive.
If I had paid attention to all he had to say,
Surely now I would know how to survive.

Copyright © Albert Price | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

Man Of Great Legacy

Humanity began falling, a man came, unknown!
His aspiration beckoned many nation;
Taught the gospel with zest,
Till sun crossed from east to west!

With His gentle touch, the sky silvered;
From bondage of ignorance, we're freed
To receive the right,
Of worshiping God's holiness!

Long gone, but never forgotten
For we deeply feel his presence;
Moving forward in one spirit;
Ours is to share, the blessings, we inherit!

Remember the true messenger;
Follow His great legacy to finish the race;
The Holy Father awaits us, eagerly!
In heaven, where saints reside, peacefully!

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

Details | Ode |

Miracle Walk With Special Angel Of My Son

There were days and nights
When I wondered and cried for my sons healing
In such a storm of darkness you came my way
Your eyes were filled with the glory of God
Your words were so gentle and giving me hope
Gods grace was shining upon your face

Each time when my son stumbled
You reached out for him and lifted him up in your arms
Giving him hope and strength through your miracle touch
Dr. Krishnan. You indeed were an angel for my son! 
You watched over my son’s health 
You served my son day and night 
When the whole world was in deep sleep
And thank God for you for your grateful heart.

You’ve touched my son’s life in a special way 
You’ve touched our hearts with your kindness
And compassion in a special way
When storms were raged in my life! 
Angels are among us and to me 
You are One of Them
You are my sons Special Angel
So wonderful and rare

I thank my God every time I remember you.
Words cannot express how grateful I am 
For treating my son and healing him 
And for restoring his health back to normal 
And for saving his precious life
Thank you for your miracle touch from God 
Thank you for your angelic team.

In my prayer for you I pray
That God bless you and use you in all of His ways
May God's fragrant blessings be upon you everyday 
In every way, now, tomorrow and always 
Doctor, you are gift from God, a valuable treasure
I Hope you know, How much, you’re appreciated! 
Thanks So Much for all you did for my son and for my family! 
Dr V Krishnan, You are always remembered and never forgotten
Wherever we are and wherever we go!

Copyright © Shaila Touchton | Year Posted 2016

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Those strands of grey on your temples
Creased brows in a smirch stained plea, 
Those dark circles around your eyes
I know they have come for me.

Those gallons that you have sweated
Managing our home and hearth, 
Endless pains you have writhed in
Since the time you gave me birth.

Can vouch for the wrinkles many
That line your beautiful face, 
That hurtful quiver of your lips
You lovingly veiled with grace.

Those coarse varicose hands of yours
From toil and labors of home, 
Affections I took for granted
Your needs buried by a gnome.

I reminisce your scolding harshly
Leaving home in irate din, 
Not knowing the pain I caused you
And how your heart bled within.

Your lap so comforting and warm
Whereupon I soundly slept, 
But never did I care for times, 
When you have silently wept.

All my failures you stoutly bore
While you kept me in your shade, 
But those little follies of yours
Ugly hills of them I had made.

You cried with me when I was hurt
Smiled when was joyous with glee, 
You held me close to your bosom
When I saw my shadow flee.

I know your loving tender touch
Your pride at my growing so, 
You have held me deep in heart
Though times I took you as foe.

Wish had loved you more than I did
Grave folly this life of mine, 
Yet, you have ever forgiven
Saying, that I've always been thine.

Have never seen the face of God
Yet I know how he would be, 
When I gaze at your gentle eyes, 
He peeps through them at me.

Copyright © Amar Agarwala | Year Posted 2017

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                                                                                 Addendum to rhyme of an 
ancient mariner.

Thirteen men on a dead man’s ship
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil have done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Skull and crossbones upon my chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Guts and gore and a bloody mess
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

a price be put upon my head
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Shot through the heart and I be blessed
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Gone to bury a treasure chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Sworn to an oath of blood and piss
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Take the secret to my death
Yo ho ho and a bottom of rum
Last man standing is the best
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Copyright © Randall Rocco | Year Posted 2010