Best Motherchildren Poems
A couple of years later, at age 19, this farm girl married and, true to her Catholic
upbringing, began having children. She had four live births and four miscarriages over the course of less than seven years, long before the idea of “post-partum” depression was even a gleam of understanding in anyone’s mind. After the birth of her fourth child, a girl who would grow up to study environmental sciences and eventually draw the correlation between that first atomic explosion and her mother’s first episode of mental, emotional and physical distress, that infant had to be taken by her aunt and uncle to care for lest she perish from failure to thrive because by this time, mom was so deeply depressed, she was unable to care for her newborn.
In those days there was no such thing as mental health care, no understanding at all of how to nourish the brain or detox the body from the effects of poisons and radiation…for indeed these advances are only recently gaining traction and still only in the realm of “alternative health care”. With no understanding of her condition, or of what would even constitute appropriate care, her state of mind and body continued to deteriorate. After more than one suicidal episode and losing her children to foster care while she entered a treatment and rehabilitation facility, she was eventually diagnosed as paranoid schizophrenic and manic-depressive, giving her husband sufficient justification to divorce her and blame her parents for not telling him that she was mentally deficient before he married her. Even the Catholic Church agreed and granted an annulment of the marriage that produced his four live children and four miscarriages while he served in the Air Force and left her to care for his children while he was away for years at a time overseas on unaccompanied assignments. But nevertheless, the marriage was officially annulled so that he could marry again sanctioned by the Church and his Catholic bride could continue to take unholy communion in mass.
Mom, I tried to think of
What to get for you this year
I wondered how to give you something new
And as I thought of the best way
To show that you are dear
I knew without a doubt what I should do
I figured it was time for me
To write in my own words
And tell you all about the way I feel
For, as much as cards in stores
Are eloquent and sweet
It’s what comes from MY heart that makes it real
No Hallmark message ever could
Convey the love I have
In just the way that I would let you know
That through the years you’ve come to be
More precious every day
Please trust that I will always love you so
Remember on those days
When you may be feeling low
Your daughter loves you very, very much
That even though we’re far apart
She thinks of you in prayer
And often longs to feel her mother’s touch
So, let this day be filled
With happy memories
Of when your children gathered all around
When happiness sprung from sparkling eyes
And laughter filled the room
When joy was such an overwhelming sound
Know that your children treasure you
Although at times may fail
To give you the respect that you are due
But we know that you’ve deserved
Our deepest heartfelt thanks
For everything you’ve done…and you still do!
I love you, Mom!
Written for Carolyn Turner by Donna Golden (for Mother’s Day) May, 2008 ©
Ode to Mother
Mothers are the greatest
Mothers are the love,
That children hold the dearest
Mothers overlook the things
That children often do
That’s why Mother, we
Sing this song to you.
We hold you in the deepest
Section of our heart.
And show you, Mother, that we love you
And with you we’d never part
Although we never tell you
Somehow we need for you to know
That the friend we sometimes need,
Is found in you indeed.
Our friendship is one that
Blossoms from a bud
And flourishes into what
A daughter calls a MOM
By: Nena Enriquez
Mothers are devoted to their children from birth,
When their offsprings are in pain,
Mothers also hurt,
Social graces are thrown out the door quickly
especially when their children are treated poorly,
All their power and wrath become unleashed
to protect their children from charlatans and
thieves,
They will rearrange places,
shutdown cities if someone
treats their children shabbily,
A mothers rationality goes out
the window,
if their children are plagued with
bullyism and innuendos,
Children can always depend on their
mothers putting all worries to an end,
even if they have to turn
themselves into super heroes,
They will not give up until they
eradicate all their childrens' woes.
IN THE LOVING MEMORY OF MARTHA LAVERNE GOLLIHUGH/FULLER
DIED/08/06/2008
BORN12/07/1926
"HEAVEN 2008"
My mother has passed and went to heaven.
Left on this earth her children of seven.
One left early when he was small.
Now he's in heaven grown big and tall.
She has left this world and hasn't been gone long.
We will feel the hurt and pain but we'll stay strong.
You will be remembered and missed on your way to heaven.
Sending her our love and kisses her children of seven.
Teresa Skyles/Fuller 08/08/08
A mother of 7 children
19 granchildren
45 great granchildren
4 great-great granchildren
The greatest God’s bestowed gift on us is mother.
She who struggles a lot and don’t let pain conquer her children,
She who resists the pain of her children in her womb for nine big months
She who holds the whole world if sees her children in pain,
She is the one whose wish even god cannot disobey
She who often acts lunatic when her children get away from her,
She who never hesitates to stand upon the wishes of her children
She who often tries hard to keep her children on a right path.
She who sees to it that her children are always well-dressed ,
When moving outside their homes.
She who teaches her children all the good manners and deeds,
She who connects her feelings and emotions with her children
She who builds up the character of her children,
And provides the nation a good and responsible citizen
But now a days the scenario is quite different,
These were the things of the past tenurant.
Mother remained the same,
But her children have taunted her fame.
Now the children behave in an ill manner,
With their mothers who used to teach them good manners.
With the fast passage of time,
And unexpected growth and development of our world
Technology and science is the thing that conquers the whole blurred.
With no one left thinking about their mothers,
Who once upon a time laid down her life
For their happiness and well being in the future.
The chimney stands alone
A relic of what once had been known
The home had stood here filled with love
Many promises and hard work made use of
The children went away to different lives
Some better, some worse, some just survived
But none wanted to perserve
The inheritance of the past, the future conserve
The chimney stands alone
Still radiating what once shone
Family gathered around close
Loving, eating the meal that was chose
The chimney stands alone
It glowed in the night with warmth shown
Children studied lessons by the flame
Mother read to them the "Bible" about God's name
Now, now the chimney stands alone
The children won't come home
Dad is gone on to his reward
Mom lives only in their memories
The chimney stands alone
A relic of the past gone
(This is the way that this was given to me from somewhere after seeing a chimney standing
alone on the road that I live. I have gone by that chimney day after day. Then one day I
saw it. I have written the same poem in another form but this is what I was given from the
somewhere. Which do you think is the better of the two? The other is called "The Chimney".)
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