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Praise Mother Poems | Praise Poems About Mother
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Even if you are invisible, Oh Almighty....
Why should I stand confused or bother?
Your living embodiment I can see
In human flesh in the shape of a mother....
Why should I then sit & search....
Your divine abode in the crest of mysteries...
In a sacred temple or a holy church...
Or even in mosques & monasteries....
The virtues of God that we know
Are kindness,forgiveness,love & care....
A mother's heart will clearly show
All these things glowing there....
And moreover we also believe...
That God makes our entry to the earth
But those are the mothers who travails receive
For months unend to flower the birth....
We search for God in seas & skies
In unread scriptures or a holy city...
But ignore the real God before the eyes
That twinkles with pristine simplicity....!
Copyright © DEBASISH MISHRA | Year Posted 2013
In Praise of Women
By Elton Camp
How thankful I am for womankind.
Who for bearing babies are designed.
If all us men could the same to do,
There might be one, but never two.
It is a thought I cannot abide,
Having another person inside.
To think you, for months, are fated
To wake up each morning nauseated.
There’s nothing to do but to understand
Most of a year, your waist will expand.
And when about halfway done,
Baby starts to have much fun.
He must think it’s quite a trick
To give his mother a hard kick.
And still bigger, bigger grows he
Till mother out of balance will be.
Atop her bladder he does perch.
Up and down he likes to lurch.
To the bathroom she has to go
Most every time the kid does so.
If a baby stood on my bladder,
It would be a serious matter.
It wouldn’t feel so very neat
Being stomped by little feet.
Then the baby begins to knock at the door.
“You can’t keep me inside here anymore.”
Female pelvis is made quite wide
Between the bones baby can slide.
Daddy’s broad at shoulder and narrow at hip
So there’s not enough room for a baby to slip.
And I now have this final word here to say:
It is just this, “For all women, a big hooray.”
Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2010
The woman said, “If you let my mother die, I will ruin your career” to the doctor
who wouldn’t give her mother heart surgery because she had no insurance.
And she thought about her own brain tumor, would the prayer style that the man
gave her work?
She didn’t know.
She considered how her current situation may sound sensational to some, but
that it was real nonetheless.
And she looked back over her life and the pain of its memory.
And she resolved to take the Lunesta on her dresser and end it early.
But as she stepped toward her dresser, she heard a voice say, “Stop, I will make
And she stopped.
And she looked up to her ceiling and felt a chill.
She began to praise the Lord, and as she praised, tears welled up in her eyes.
And she imagined them washing away the suffering of her world.
And she cried to the Lord, “Lord Jesus, I know you won’t leave us down here like
this. I believe in you. I know you’ll come up with something. My whole life is
yours and you’ll come through with something!!!”
Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2007