Best Childhoodmother Poems
My mother worked hard in bed. She would dig herself out of men’s pockets like a miner.
Every man was a mine shaft; she always knew what she was looking for. My mother
always managed to pay for my school fieldtrips just like all the other mothers. I liked her
for this. The night before the zoo my mother told me to lie quietly and fall asleep. I
listened. I slept on the edge of our bed like a wrinkled quilt. I could hear them:
thick gulps of sweat pounding like a galloping horse. I remember the bed quaking like
the broken engine of an old car, the sound of grinding wood and chipped teeth. The
room started to smell of burning wax. Shadows of two bodies melting into each other. I
would close one eye. My mother’s legs stretched above his shadow like the reins of a
horse. I could smell her unknotting her lungs under this cowboy sweat, gripping his
knees on her hips for support. It reminded me of the movies, how cowboys
ride horses. I could hear their bones echoing through the mattress: frenetic, resilient,
and faceless. Their bodies tangling like grapevine. The next morning, the sheets were
damp like wet grass after a shower. And my mother wore her purse like a saddle
“Gone are the Days..”
Gone are the days of childhood;
Days of Fun, filled with laughter..!!
The scent of the wet Earth;
The sound of the Falling rain..!!
Even the Moments with tears;
Now even they seem so dear..!!
What is pain? We never knew..!
When they are gone..;
Now they seem to be so few..!!
The things we drew on the walls,
The castles built on the Sand..!!
The fights with friends,
Playing with the un-musical band..!!
Searching for stones in those Caves,
Too little to follow any trends..!!
Crying over for that last candy;
That scolding that mother gave...
Then crying on father’s lap..!!
Dreams that we had...
To be a Fire man, Doctor or the Super man..!!
Blushing when ever a girl stared;
Asking for gifts not thinking of others thought...
Actually never really cared..!!
And then it was night ..;
Falling asleep as my mother sang..!!
Not worried of the days to come..!!
In my father’s arm, not scared of the world around..!!
Gone are the Days of childhood,
The Days of Fun filled with laughter..!!
I remember seeing a concrete pillar that dwarfed me,
I remember my eyes hurt because the sun was so bright,
I remember feeling the heat from the pavement reach my face,
I remember scribbling loads of woollen balls on my copybook in the classroom,
I remember my mother say to the nun “Well he is four now”,
I remember playing with a red and cream plastic toy in bed because I was sick,
I remember the nun wrapping my brother’s faeces in newspaper
and sending me home with it to give to my mother,
I remember kicking my legs under the bedclothes because it was Christmas Eve,
I remember seeing a ghost outside my bedroom door,
I remember waking up in agony seconds after I was run over by a car on the street,
I remember first falling in love with the young nurse in the hospital; I was nine,
I remember loving going to the dentist because it meant a day off school,
I remember believing that Indians were going to attack my uncle’s farmhouse,
I remember thinking cows were my aunts,
I remember seeing my mother naked,
I remember the way my father looked at me as he entered the room,
I remember crying because my mother said no,
I remember being lost in Galway,
I remember being found by my mother and she laughed and stroked my hair,
I remember my granny going into town and coming back with a silver gun for me,
I remember my father hitting me,
I remember serving mass and feeling important,
I remember the granny nun, who used to let me sit on her knee,
I remember being afraid of my teacher,
I remember my first lie,
I remember the lie was about sins I never committed but I admitted them to satisfy the
priest,
I remember my real sins, like stealing money from my mothers jar,
I remember feeling that I was a bad person,
I remember feeling ugly,
I remember feeling dirty,
I remember feeling hope secretly,
I remember planning to run away with my brother,
I remember promising to myself that I will never forget,
Memories matter.
God loves His little ones.
Blessed will they be,
Lullabyed by angels
In sweet harmony.
Lovingly chosen by
Their Lord above,
Parents bestow on them
Unstinting love.
Happiness and blessings
On each little head.
He who would harm them
Has reason to dread.
God watches over them.
Angels assist.
Contented the child
Whom a mother has kissed.
Dear little one
You have nothing to fear
With God and the angels
And Mother so near.
For Catie's contest
My favorite place is Mother Oak.
She is tall and thin-like,
has forest green leaves,
and has light-brown bark.
I smell lunch cooking.
I hear Morther Oak talking to me.
I hear kids playing.
I hear whistles being blown.
I feel Mother Oak's smooth bark.
I feel her soft branches.
I feel the warm wind blowing.
If my mother gets mad
Will her love go away?
If I am not good
Can I still go play?
Sometimes I'm too noisy
And mess up the house
Other times I'm quiet
Tiptoe like a mouse
Whatever I do though
My mother still loves
It's surprising to me
I still have her hugs!
I'm a lucky young child
To have this lady
To care for me always
Since time I was baby
Our Hannah came to see me yestermorn.
Hannah? You will remember her I know.
You met her on the glad day she was born,
Our wonderful, pink bundled Hannah Jo.
Suddenly she is nearly six months old.
Plump as a boiled raisin she is, and so
Broadly smiling and excitedly bold,
Wanting so much to just get up and go.
We take a long stroll around the yard.
She uses her mother's strong legs and arms
To carry her there. The newfound sights bombard
Her blossoming senses. Hannah charms
The birds and bees as easily as she
Is enchanted by them. All things are new
For Hannah, and for her mother and me
The wonders are now seen with fresh eyes too.
Very soon, Hannah will be trying food
Other than her Mother's nourishing milk.
For Mother this is sad, for Hannah, good,
The fraying of those slender strands of silk.
The whole world is expanding before her
And she can see no good reason to wait.
Fervently inquisitive and eager
To open an inhibiting, locked gate.
won 6th place In You must have been a beautiful baby contest
laying in bed looking up at the ceiling
my eyes got blurry, and my head started reeling.
I saw a vision start to take form
of a child who was unborn.
this child was in the womb of its mother
being fed by the tube to give it life.
he turned and looked straight at me
and its eyes were as big as can be.
he raised his small little hand
and signaled me to look inside.
it was something that he could not hide.
the vision came closer to me
just so that I could see.
I saw the pain that this child was in
because his mother was
thinking to abort
and for the last two months he had fought.
all the features that GOD was creating
was thought by the mother
of becoming belated.
this young mother was under peer pressure
to take this Childs life
and it did not matter if it was wrong or right.
this young child was screaming at me
'how could they let this be'
I am life given by the lord
why would she want to abort.
tell her to give me a chance
so that I could live in the warmth
of her arms, and fill her heart with joy.
it would matter not, if I’m a girl or a boy.
can't she feel me, and see me
in her dreams at night
and that I’m in a perilous fight.
I want to live just like she
there is nothing wrong with me.
the vision started to fade away
and in my heart, I started to pray
let this child live another day
and from this woman the pain to go away.
LIFE IS SACRED, DON'T THROW IT AWAY
IF YOUR MOTHER THOUGHT LIKE YOU
YOU WOULDN’T BE HERE TODAY.
Louis rams