Best Mothergirl Poems


Mom's Malaise, Part One

The events that took place in a remote area of New Mexico about 230 miles south of Los Alamos during the predawn hours of July 16, 1945 forever changed the world. In the early morning darkness the incredible destructive powers of the atom bomb, code-named "Trinity", were first unleashed, and what had been merely theoretical became reality. Said General Groves, head of the Manhattan project, "We were reaching into the unknown and we did not know what might come of it".  Some feared the consequences of radio-active fallout on civilian populations surrounding the test site. Observers were sent to surrounding towns to monitor the results of the blast and medical teams were kept on alert. But the hope and the focus was on the feeling that we now had the means to ensure a speedy conclusion to the war and save thousands of American lives.

A bit over 400 miles north, north east of the blast on that early morning in July, in a
small Panhandle farm, a girl of 17 rose, as was her daily custom, to milk the cows by
hand, she being the youngest child and only girl of second-generation Polish immigrants who made their living by raising maize and wheat, cows and chickens and selling their milk and eggs in the small town nearby. But less than a month after the July 16th test of the atomic bomb, this otherwise seemingly healthy girl fell into such a malaise that she could not even get out of bed much less carry on with her assigned chores on the farm. She was brought to a hospital in Amarillo and eventually discharged with no diagnosis other than she must have had a nervous breakdown due to some kind of female hysteria. She was sent away to a convent to recuperate but no one, least of all her parents, ever really knew what could have caused her sudden “nervous breakdown” that took place downwind and less than a day’s drive from that first historic explosion of the atomic bomb.

Sickness

>>>>>>>>>Have you ever seen the look in a little girls eyes
                    When she looks up at mommy and ask ,why?
                    What did i do wrong? why am i in so much pain?
                    Please help me mommy before it drives me insane.

                    The look of fearand anguish thats fills a mothers eyes
                    When there are no answers or a reason why.
                    Doctors try to sooth a frighten mothers mind
                    By saying she will be ok, she will be just fine.

                    High fever, the flu and the asthma takes its tole
                    On this poor little girl who isent that old.
                    Doctors told the mom, your baby girl had a febrile seizure
                    She needed to be monitored and to controll her high fever.

                    Prayers, medication and love would help along the way
                    To cure this little girl thats so sick here today.
                    After the fever had broken they said she can go home
                    Thank you doctor, now i dont feel so scared or alone.

                    After bundleing her up for the drive back to town
                    Her dad was told the news and now has a smile instead of a frown
                    When something like this happens, your whole world shatters
                    But when the good news comes in, thats all that matters.
© Alan Fitz  Create an image from this poem.

Adoptive Mommy

“Where’s my Mommy?” Whimpered a fearful voice,
As the little blind girl cried,
She couldn’t understand why her mommy was gone
No matter how hard she tried.

It was only her third Christmas,
And Mommy was the only gift she sought.
Searching the worn-torn streets, she said,
“Oh, Mommy!” As a tender arm she caught.

A soldier girl from a foreign land
Felt a tug on her uniform sleeve,
And said as she reached down with heart and hand,
“I’ll be your Mommy this Christmas Eve.”

—James E. Tate
© James Tate  Create an image from this poem.


Little Girl

Little girl fall not so quick.  Those devil blue
eyes will tell you lies.  Those lips will utter words
that will hurt.  So young you are to be so serious
over him.  Little girl fall not so quick.  For
lessons are hard at such a tender age.  Guard
yourself for true love.  No child he is not love.  A
crush that will leave pieces of you broken.  Little 
girl fall not so quick.  For here comes lies,
words that will shatter you for the moment.
Allow those tears to fall and I shall be here to
pick you up.  Little comfort can I give.  Little
girl fall not so quick

This Mothers Day

this mothers day
i wanted to get you somehting really special
to say thank you for being 
the best mom a girl could ever 
ask for ever andthat a girl could 
ever wantto show you how much you 
really do mean to meand how i would
never trade you for anything in 
this world because nothing can 
or ever will replace you

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