Best Motherdaughter Poems
PINK TENNIS SHOES
I mother always pride galore
until the words from daughter abhor.
Her gentle heart and loving embrace
smashing to pieces. She fell from grace.
Her untied tenny shoe, wrapped and tight
around her bike, could free no might.
Mommy checking faithful each half hour
found her daughter helpless, no power.
Down the hill mommy went
no time was wasting nor was spent.
The wind passed threw my long hair locks
when shock took over from what I got.
Not what I thought from bike I bought
but cruelest words, my life distraught.
From those lips kissed each night to bed
not once, nor twice, but thrice to head.
“Hurry up old lady” from my daughter
how my heart bleed of tears and water.
For no words crueler ever sere spoke.
My shame, the horror on face neighborhood folk.
My tail between my legs indeed
got there, put there by my third bore seed.
And mothers day and birthday too
three days from now turn 45, BOO-HOO!
Never knew my aging beauty fade
would be this hard for the lies I’ve made.
Lies I’ve told to self each day
that children’s love fulfillment may.
So on this very special mothers day
this “old lady” family f--- off say.
there once was a bad mother
she forced her daughter
to do all kinds of things
that she did not want to do
she thought she knew how to help
but she only made it worse
what she didn't know
is that the daughter knew
all along what she wanted
but she was young and helpless
her mother told all the doctors
and all the therapists
that her daughter had a problem
and that she was suffering
but she didn't know why
the problem was that the mother
was too intrusive in her life
and she thought that she could
change the way her daughter thinks
we all know this is not true
her problem was that
she simply did not
understand
so one day
the daughter
found help in another town
she sent them a letter
saying she wishes to leave
and they sent her back
a train ticket
to come live with them
the daughter was happy
and lived happily
ever after
THE END
Raining, sloshing go all the kids
The bus stop blocks away
But a dear mother stands with her umbrella
For the daughter on that rainy day
She walked all the way over there
That day the rain did fall
She cared enough and gave enough
For her Kids this mom gave all
But the daughter was very rebellious
And cringed to see her there
For her reputation she thought was ruined
The embarrassment she could not bare
She was only thinking of herself
Not caring about her mom
So insecure of what others thought
She got off and just stomped on
Few words she said to her precious mom
She didn’t want her there
She walked right by without saying much
The thought now is hard to bare
For yes I was that spoiled young child
And 40 years have passed
I think about how wonderful she was
And how our time didn’t last
To have that day back with mom
To hug her as I should
And thank her for all the love she gave
Tell her now that I understood
For I have children of my own
And mom is home with God
I have that love a mother feels
For her child and the path they trod
Stepping back and looking at this
It’s an example of Gods love
For many times we walk right by
Not knowing this love from above
He is so precious, He is always there
With an umbrella of mercy and Grace
But as a spoiled child so many times
We turn from his loving face
Our Father in Heaven is by our side
Through all the storms of life
He calls our name to come to Him
Few come and soon face strife….
“It’s not the right time for me right now”
“My friends will not understand”
“Just leave me alone this embarrasses me”
“Hang on to your Great Plan”
But Oh dear friend there will come a day
When troubles around you flow
Or His call you will not hear anymore
Will you cry for His love to know?
Oh mom was always there for me
Even though I was so wrong
Our God will always be there for you
When you find where you belong
Just as my mom stood there for me
So much more God loves us so
Oh get under His Umbrella of Love and Grace
And His Mercy for you will flow
Potty Training and Capitalism
“My Bobbie was potty trained by 13 months”
The wicked lady drawled
As she cast a sideways glance
My direction
The glance
~was noted!
My 2 year old daughter toddled around
The palpable silence
Conspicuously diapered
My wounded motherhood
Bled silently
As I vowed to the sky,
“…as God is my witness
My daughter will be trained!!!”
I worked
Begged
Bribed
Spanked
Threatened
But,
Potty Training is a Myth!!!
And…
when she finally
decided
magically
the diapers disappeared
only because she wanted the cool pull-ups
on TV
Two points for capitalism
And motherhood loses in overtime…
As I smiled slyly
When my second daughter was born
And waited patiently
For the TV to work its magic…
I’m not a bad mother,
I’m just a devoted capitalist!
My Mother’s Mother
I never met her,
But often in my dreams
I’ll visit her.
My mother’s mother.
I visit her grave,
Lay down flowers I’d
Imagined she liked,
Think about how young she was,
How young my mother was.
I talk to her.
When I was younger
I wanted to ask her
“Why did you leave my mother so soon?”
Now that I’m older
I want to ask her
“Did you tell her you loved her,
When you left?”
I’m certain she did.
My mother would hold me too tight,
Her tears stain my shirt too much,
Her body shook too hard with sobs
She tried to keep quiet,
For her words to not have been
Full of love and affection and kindness.
Kindness from someone who will leave you
Hurts.
When love rap-taps upon her door, it is merely sound she ignores.
No more time spent taking pictures or enjoying family dinners …
love aint working for her anymore
In her story, feeding on her fury, gone is life's glory, love purely blurs.
So ever still, my love rap-taps upon my Mother's newly framed door ...
love aint working for her anymore
I’ve only seen her once…in the early morning calm….
looking into our window…the spirit of her mom.
I had been out running…(this is when I used to run)
while the moon was still illuminating…still hours before the sun.
I headed up our driveway…out of breath…hands on my hips
when I saw her…she saw me…and put a finger to her lips.
Immediately I stopped…cautious not to take another step
as she looked into the window…of the room where her daughter slept.
I watched her closely…silently…in the darkness…for a while
then she turned her gaze to me…and she nodded…and she smiled.
I smiled back…calm and unafraid…happy she found a way
to look in on her daughter…and then I watched her fade away.
And I thought how wonderful it is to know the line between life and death is thin…
that even though she’s no longer with us…her mom is looking in.
That night gave us peace of mind…for since then we have found
we both sleep a little easier…knowing she’s around.
I no longer run to begin my day but I’m confident in the early morning calm
If I look out of our window…I’ll see the spirit of her mom
looking in on her daughter…and, perhaps…on her son-in-law too
watching over and…protecting…the way she used to do.
Dear mother,
I wish I was small again,
Like how you wish I was.
Maybe then,
You’d hold me like you used to.
I miss my mom.
I don’t remember much about her,
It’s been over a decade and a half since
I last saw her,
Before she faded into
The person she’s become now.
But I remember when she was kind,
I remember when she loved us,
I miss my mom.
I miss swingset rides,
Her pushing me,
Higher and higher,
Into the sky.
Snapshots, memories,
A blink of her smile,
I miss swingset rides,
I miss when she loved me back.
I miss my mom.
I lost a parent,
Without losing a parent,
She’s alive,
She’s well,
But she is not
My mom
Anymore.
I watch as she mumbles to herself,
Lost,
Alone and angry,
Rageful.
She wasn’t always like this.
But I no longer remember her before.
I miss my mom.
I miss warmth,
Compassion.
Traits she once possessed
According to her family and friends,
But that now remain dormant,
In a volcano,
Ready to explode
At any given moment.
I miss feeling like a kid,
Not walking on eggshells.
Security,
Safety,
Not standing outside home and
Hesitating to open the door,
Scared of the jungle
I’d step into.
I miss my mom.
I wanted her back,
For so long,
I waited,
And waited,
And waited,
For her sickness to dissolve,
And it did,
But not before taking her with it,
Pixelating her into hatred
And dissipating her spirit
Into bitterness.
I miss my mom,
But I do not want her back.
I do not want to forgive her,
And act like it’s all fine, that all is well again,
That cycle has broken me down to bits,
And I refuse to be a part of it again.
So Mom, I love you,
But I accept now,
That we can never be together,
Not the way a family is, not ever.
Because your sickness consumes you,
And though that’s not your fault,
You said your love was unconditional,
Yet it still came to a halt.
I don’t want that for my kids, Mom.
I love you, and I miss you, but you will never meet my children.
Because though you are my mother, you’re not the mom I miss.