Best Inspirationalmother Poems
WAITING FOR YOUR TENDERLY TOUCH......
Here i was mother within you,
feeling the warmth of your womb....
i tried to touch your soul within,
& made you cry even.
i kicked you to pain,
and wriggled in without any shame....
You saved me from every bad things,
and i enjoyed every bit of it within.
The moment you touched your womb,
knowing that u are touching me,
was the most desirable feeling,
as i knew that u were there to love me....
Indeed i now feel so sad,
why mother????? why did you show me the world,
even after knowing that it was so bad.
U kept me safe within you,
n i was not frightened ever.
but now i feel scared mother,
by seeing dose eyes full of terror.
Now since iv grown mother,
i can understand the worldly pains....
u brought me in this world happily,
but look mother your effort's all in vane.
m in the midst of this crowd,
were people are ready to kill.
and here i miss your tenderly touch......
i don't have you by my side mother,
there are bullets crossing ma head.
what have i done to them... i think,
why do they want my blood to be shed.
i miss you mother sincerely,
and miss your tenderly touch....
i promise mother i'll be good to everyone,
i promise that i'll not trouble you.
please make them stop mother,
they are making me scared ,
the sound of bullets are scaring me,
i fear that i wont be able to return back to you....
come mother come...
free me from these scary people,
i'm bleeding n full of wound....
give me that tenderly touch..
the warmth which i got in your womb.......
Her mother fell ill
And was close to death
So this is the tale
Of her final breath
A friend of mine
A long time ago
Told this story
You all must know
Her mother lay dying
In her hospital bed
When she opened her eyes
These words were said
There they stand
Can't you see
Two angel's in white
Smiling at me
There in the corner
At the foot of my bed
Her daughter thought morphine
Was filling her head
Her daughter caught the elevator
And climbed aboard
A voice said stand at attention
For a saint of the Lord
She couldn't move
No matter how hard she tried
And when the elevator stopped
Her mother had died
Her mother was gone
But wasn't alone
For two angel's had taken her
Straight to God's Throne
(This is a true story)
The Power of A Blessing by (Lakeyia Clark 12/27/06)
The power of a blessing can bring a broken home back together,
Yes, it’s true the power of a blessing can change your life forever,
If a drug addict can be taken off the streets and put back into the home,
Then why can’t that child meet the father she’s never known,
If the power of a blessing for a mother and daughter equals reconciliation,
Then an abused, promiscuous, and hurt woman can find true love, instead of many relations,
The power of a blessing can help lift you up when you’re down,
And as a result, you’ll have a smile instead of a frown,
The power of a blessing can put the insane in their right frame of mind,
The power of a blessing can teach you to live for the future, and put the past behind,
If the power of a blessing helps you reach your dream,
Then there’s no telling what else the power of a blessing may bring…….
Gone her way home;
cast overcast;
time waylays prompts me,
child; do never; no-never forsake,
ever.
""She...
Momma wept,
Sissy's, tears worn, she-
went I died with her,
never more,
always will-be,
we, one-soul,
us;
"So defined - friends-you better bet... yes... !""
Day she died,
told mama, hers-then, readily mine all-others still then-though ours -
better put that dress you made; on me,"
"four-percent lounge capacity;"
she had not told her, her mother then no-no-one but,
yes; she knew... my-Sissy.
Gone... Mama, ours... heroin took her,
forgot to open the garage door,
was her last hit of the night I'm sure -
safety, was mine,
my Sissy's wealth - in the Lord, ours.
Her faith one lounge-was her strength,
her wheel chair,
nothing to her but,
her-rocker;
simple chariot,
Mama both of them ours-yes,
all who came before, them.
Love them,
God having made them,
heart golden,
one breath -
my Sissy's heaven,
for mother too I believe -
yes...
stile... it's His-I-believe,
it-is His,
God blessedness,
all-His children His-with-this Divinity,
yes, so I treasure this innocence... .
Oh-the Glory-the Glory... yes... !
God; His mercy... it knows' itself -
every breath you take-take-care,
cherish, the kisses .. ... .. ! -
Just-fishing-you know ... .. ... ~
Heaven-thoughts of-hot Summer days -
and I believe He-cries-yes.
Welcome Home... .. babies;
tears-His filling-the river -
contented lone; in-His -
in-His-love...;
love.. ... ..;
carrying one of though 'ole Sony-jute-boxes-yea -
"hey man, looks like you knead a bight - .. ... ..
and-we-all say,
Lord-hunger strikes them not...
the-fish... -
thank-You .. ... .. . ~
Blessed-be-the-Father.... .. ... -
all-eternity-in me the-word-has remained;
has been-so made;
proven;
worthy
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High on a mountain in an Eagle's nest
three babes there were born
two were given flight and the same chance at life
but the third's wings were torn
So the mother flew in anger and said
what babe is this I see
here in my nest, one different from the rest
why was this babe born to me
then an answer came from the heavens
three babes were what you prayed for
though two are at best and the third one seems less
each babe was given no more
yet the mother still flew in anger
and questioned how could this be
for a bird without flight, is as a seer without sight
so what life as an Eagle has he
lower thy nest from the mountain
an answer from the heavens came down
for at Eagle at best, is no more is no less
of an Eagle flying high or on the ground
A mother stands watching
As He grows into a Man
Not knowing His Path
Or even His Plan
She's proud of her Son
For He stands for good
Helping His neighbors
Just like He should
Preaching and teaching
All thru this land
Doing the things
His Father Commands
She couldn't have known
His Days would be short
Or His Journey would end
In Pilate's high court
Forsaken, forgotten
On Calvary's Hill
Only He alone
Could do God's Will
A mother stands watching
As He's Crucified
A mother stands watching
As her Little Boy Died