Best Mothercare Poems
One hour , you say
One hour
What can I say
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One hour
One hour
One hour , about my life
I wake up
Opening my eyes
Hearing the sounds of fruits
Hearing the buzz on my clock
Buzzing my body to get up
As I rise off my bed, with the ache on my back
Brush my teeth and wash my face
Get my clothing together and brush my hair
Looking in the mirror
Kiss me today
Kissing me in the second of my hour
This beginning hour of my day
This special day
The (Highest) ,gave to me
To wake up and breath again
Breath this air
This air, which keeps me walking
Day by day
To take care of, the fruits given to me
To take care of the breathe
I breath everyday
This one special hour in my life
This one hour, rises me from my bed
This one hour that allows me to hear musical notes
Through out my day, without a worry
This day, I spend
Spend with my fruits, as I watch them develop
I start in the kitchen , breakfast on the table
Cleaning up the mess, made in the air
Rinse off my fruits, keep them clean
Ready for dirt and mud
As the rain comes down
Touching there roots
So they may grow
Grow fresh fruits
Multiply by the years
One hour to run up and down
Ready and out the door
Forgetting, not my fruits
As I raise for the the day
One hour, to put the moist in the air
Preparing my fruits for the next day
Preparing me, for one hour
One hour
For every second, I open my eyes
Rise off my bed and do it all again
Hearing musical notes, protecting my fruits
The breathe I take
Take for one hour
One hour to be with my fruits
He walked up to his mother to say his final goodbye;
There wasn’t an eye in church that at that moment was dry.
He turned and looked at his father for a reassuring glance,
Then reached his hand deeply into the pockets of his pants.
He pulled out the little white tooth he lost the day before,
And gently placed it upon the pretty blue dress that she wore.
“I was going to give this to the Tooth Fairy, but thought you might want it instead,
To remember the boy who loves you and once had it in his head
You can keep it with you always, while living up there in heaven
I have plenty of others left to loose, I think I counted eleven.
And Mommy, I will always remember, how you helped me wiggle it free,
And how even when you didn’t feel too well, you always had a hug for me.
And I will take care of Daddy, just like you asked me to
And he said that he will always make sure that we both remember you.”
He turned back toward his father, with tears running down his face,
And quickly rushed up to that man for a comforting embrace.
“You did great little Buddy, now Mommy can get some rest
With a God who will take care of her, in the place she loves the best.
And she will keep your tooth with her and hold on to it real tight
And tell the tooth fairy to leave you a dollar under your pillow tonight.”
I know that story very well, because I am that boy you see,
And have held on to that silver dollar dated nineteen sixty-three.
But now that once again I stand before an open casket,
I am putting this symbol of love in the pocket of my father’s jacket.
“Tell Mother that you were good to me and we never did forget her.”
Finally, after all these years, the tooth and dollar are back together.
In your womb I was conceived and firmly planted
With your love and care I went through gestation
I was in my own world yet we were in our world
You and I having our special bonding of love
Mama dear Mama your love is genuine.
With open arms and loving heart you welcomed me
In loving care you cuddled and pampared me
In your love and care I grew and developed
You noticed my every step as I grew up
Mama dear Mama your care is peculiar.
When I couldn't think you thought for me
When I couldn't speak you spoke for me
When I was in want you did gave me
When I was in need you provided for me
Mama dear Mama your understanding is true.
With love you put me aright when I go wrong
With love you redirect my steps when I stray
You guided my walk through uneven ground
Your suggestions and advice you happily give
Mama dear Mama your concern is sincere.
Could my love for Mama be so genuine
Could my care for Mama be so peculiar
Could my understanding of Mama be so true
Could my concern for Mama be so sincere
Mama you are the epitome of Motherhood.
I used to have a mother. But I was never her daughter.
She prefered to pretend I was never there and instead I went up in smoke.
Just like her life, up in smoke that went too.
She would sit there on the bed everyday and pretend instead she had a maid
And I would choke on the smoke that filled the room
And choke on my tears that I was too afraid to cry
And I would watch her smoke.
Then I would clean up her food
And clean up her clothes
And clean up her vomit
And I would watch her smoke.
I used to have four brothers. They disappeared like smoke.
She smoked so much that she forgot how to take care of us.
Its not like we were hard to see, (once you got used to the smoky haze)
We lived in a one bedroom pickers cabin.
The two youngest were oblivious. They didn't know what the smoke
meant but the Oldest, he did. He and I both knew.
And we hoped for someone to save us.
And we didn't cry when she hit us.
And we watched her smoke.
She had a boyfriend, too. And he knew what the smoke
meant.
And he liked the taste of the smoke.
And he let us get lost in the smoke.
And we watched them smoke.
I had a mother once. I forgot her.
I left her to her smoke
And sometimes I shed a single tear for what could've been,
should have been.
But there she sat, the smoke
surrounding her.
And she let us see her smoke.
Let us get lost in the smoke.
And we watched her smoke.
Now, I realize that I never had a mother.
There once was a woman who was supposed to take care of me
But instead smoked.
And I will always be sitting there in that room,
Choking on tears I'm too afraid to cry
And choking on smoke
I will always remember having to be her maid.
I will always remember cleaning her clothes
And her food
And her vomit.
And I will always remember watching her smoke.