Best Lifemom Poems
N ever a harsh word spoken
I love you mom he says every day
C aring and considerate
H appy and carefree
O n the ball about his chores
L ooking for food in the cupboard doors
A lways eating me out of house and home
S haring time with mom before he leaves home
Growing Up Rich
My childhood home was just four rooms, heated by a black stove in the kitchen.
No phone, no car, a toilet in the basement. Money was tight. The rent had to be paid.
I spent my days in youthful endeavors. Playing baseball in the field where the high school now stands. My dad, a laborer, walked to work each day, every day. My mom typed envelopes at home for extra money.
At dinnertime my mom would ring a cowbell, calling me home. Responding was not an option. I'd ride my bike home, wash my hands, and join the family at the table. Food was not plentiful, but prepared with love. I never went hungry.
In my teens dad took ill and could no longer work. Mom got a job at the Woolworth s
I got two paper routes, my earnings split with my parents.
Neighborhoods were tightly knit then. Bad news arrived home before you did. Fruits of backyard gardens were shared, and helping hands lived right next door
School clothes were few in number, but were always clean and ironed. You took them off after school and donned the jeans with ironed on patches. Shoes were passed down from my brother, their lives extended by glued on half-soles or cardboard, cut to shape and stuffed inside. But mostly, I wore my high top P.F. Flyers.
Christmas meant a cut tree with strings of large colored lights. Our stockings were hung on hooks behind the old black stove, to be filled overnight with oranges, apples, candy, and maybe a toy. We thought we were the luckiest kids in town
Sitting here now, reflecting on my childhood, how hard it must have been to make ends meet, but meet they did. The things my folks must have gone without to make sure their kids didn'. We learned early the value of a dollar. They taught me to respect my elders, to know the difference between right and wrong, and to practice it. Their values became my values and stood me in good stead. Their greatest gifts were the love and guidance they provided
I realize now all my memories are good ones. My folks gave me everything it was important for me to have, and although I didn't realize it then, I understand now how lucky I was to have grown up rich.
BLIND LOVE
“Six to ten inches”
That’s what the weatherman says
Snow-blower is broke
I with a very bad back
And my kid will have a fit
Asking him to work
Do his share around the house
Seems too much for him
Here he comes with a buddy
Says they’re going out of town
Just for the weekend
I say “Like hell you’re leaving!
Get out the shovel!”
He says “Oh, dad my shoulder
I think it it’s a rotor cuff
Hurt it playing ball
Look! It’s late we have to go.”
“To play ball?” I ask
“Yes. I dribble left handed”
“Do you want mom to shovel?”
Then he sighs “Well no”
“Well then get out the shovel!”
You’d think I shot him
He makes this terrible face
Grabs his shoulder what a fake
But then this sick smile
He’s looking out the window
Watching the snow fly
It’s poor old mom bless her
Shoveling heart full of love
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Not much of a poem - apologies.
It's kind of a Tanka form I guess
I couldn't resist. The situation will fit so many, many households.
My mom past away and I remain in grief.
Which made it hard to keep my beliefs.
I was only twelve when she died.
People said, “It’ll be ok” but they lied.
Life’s hard without a mom or dad.
That’s the one thing I wish I had.
A lot of people tell me how much they care.
But when in need of a shoulder, no one’s there.
Losing my parents gave me a strong heart.
Now I know God had it planned from the start.
i'm hurting right now this is like a blog except i haven't quite found out how to work some of
those yet but i'm a foster kid my mom abandoned me when was 10 she doped me off at a
gas station and left me there about 2 or 3 hours later my dad came to pick me up and i went
to live with him i no mom and my dad is the biggest jerk in the world i just recently stoped
that relationship a day before his birthday and boy is he punishing me i he basically
abandoned me to even if i wanted to start a relationship again i don't think he would i want
ready i had been through alot he was in prison most of my life and i never saw my mom
cause she was always bar hopping never taking care of he kids i have 7 sisters and 3
brothers and i'm the oldest 15
well on the 10th of September but i'm close poetry is all i have i'm diagnosed with
Depression it sucks thats why i have sad poems sorry. my dad wont let me see my sisters or
my brother it sucks and i miss them sooo much i have to force myself to eat and its hard to
sleep it sucks but thats just me i cant go 1 day without crying i'm a recovering alcoholic the
world sucks but i'm in it and i have to be strong and deal with it thats just the way it is ive
never lived in one place for over to years so ive lived in pretty much every place in
Wisconsin lol it sucks why am i telling u this because i want you to know why my poems are
the way they are i'm not insane in just cortney theres alot of stuff that has happed to me
some ill never forget thanks for reading my poems
love cortney stone
a lot of woman choose to get pregnant
and some don't take the responsibility so they kill it
just exactly who do they think they are
looking at their aborted fetus from a jar
so just tell me who do you think you are? killing an incent baby
and all the baby could do is think save me! save me!
sometimes i sit out in the rain and i wonder
how would it be if you got aborted by your own mother
but she didn't you were the one that she held
and look at you, your killing a baby and that's like killing a part of yourself
don't you know the suffering and pain that your mom went through
and you decided not to go the same route that your mom went to
you don't even know how many woman wish they were in the same position that you were in
so do your self a favor and never get pregnant ever again
because in the eyes of everyone you are not worthy of a mother
now you are not going to get the joy of having a son or daughter
now don't sit there and cry for all these words that you are being told
you tried to play god but only difference your heart was cold
now don't get mad at me for passing on judgment
i just think their is better methods like putting your kid for adoption
so next time you decide to put your stomach in motion
think about it twice and do not have and abortion
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