Best Motherly Poems

When I was a babe
I was held by a woman
That I surely would eventually Love
So when I looked the face
That was looking at me
I new she was Mom 
And always would be.

Brenda Elizabeth Rose...

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The way you spend your days with me

Truly make me see

How wonderful you really are

Like a night's shining star

Always knowing to try and do my best

Nothing could better in the world

No one could ever be the same 

Or even the melody of your joyous name...

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Motherly Instinct


Mother and daughter, 35 and 13. 
Public transportation, their carriage pulls in. Mom drops her matches, quickly picking them up. Stepping on the bus, the mom senses the hunt, as wolves seethe and inhale the scent of young prey. 
Aging wings are beautiful, yet...

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she talks to me - eye to eye
outside church doors
in the cool night air

how lovely this lady
who has children
all her own

Her arms goose bump bare
and my heart strings pull -
i say to her,
“i just want to warm you up”

and she smiles behind her glasses
hair done...

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Boy I can say me and my mom has been through some rough years together and apart, but I have to say at the end of the day; THERE IS NO MOM LIKE MINE... I know she did her best with what she had. That...

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Motherly Mug

My son’s first love
the break up it was heart breaking
It had come to shove
and no longer for the taking was

My daughter in the making
to me most caring
Feminine not faking
Hindsight - I was overbearing

So keen was I for
this here dating
Considered future mating
Granny in the making

What...

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I OPENED A DOOR 
IN THE UNIVERSE.

I FIND MYSELF, 
SITTING,
ON A GRASSY KNOLL.

UNDER A VERY OLD
AND VERY LARGE 
OAK TREE.

THE SKY 
WAS A HEAVENLY,  
BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

A WARM 
GENTLE BREEZE 
CARESSED 
THE WILD FLOWERS.

STIMULATING 
THE MILD FRAGRANCES 
TO FROLIC ABOUT.

AS THE GENTLE BREEZE 
FLIRTED WITH...

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Her blonde hair blows in the wind
As she sits on top of Dewdrop Hill
Tears run down her soft damp cheeks
For her mother was recently killed
She lays down beautiful fresh flowers
Then kisses her mothers grave
Tears falling from her bright blue eyes, she stands
She then tells herself...

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The stars shine brightly in the night,
crickets chirp loudly at the sight.
A bush moves slightly, and a cat appears,
for death stalks quietly, with all its fears.

A mouse nibbles hungrily on the corn, 
for soon its young will be born.
With one giant leap, 
the mouse is...

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the cuckoo in spring
needs to suss out homely nest
comes with baring gifts...
adoption not an option
a brood parasite in lieu 

17/2/2022
Entered a Brian Strand Tanka contest....

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“… Progress toward retrogression…”
yes, I questioned diagnosis with mixed emotions
as fear swelled over courage, striving to prevail
yet, faith in God* surmounted my motherly qualms.
Now, our special child in his wheel chair zooms toward progress
singing praises to the Lord in sign language blissfully. 

*Mark 11:22 And...

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The sweet Soul of a mother is the sweet 
smell of Love made from the singing
of birds in the sky.

She holds her little one close to her heart; 
and when the precious listens to her heartbeat, 
it relaxes and is calm.

Night falls; she rocks her...

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My mind revolves around  you
I feel restless when you are away 
I die when  you are hurt
our heart beat in sync
We are one from the day I got you
I am finding myself new every day
I love you forever my beautiful daughter
True with kid...

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As a baby I once played in my mother shoes
I walked in them with my little feet like a skier

I would trip in them and get a bruise
To nurse me, she was always near

My eyes found new interest and my feet grew
As I quit the...

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My second chance

        I well know this is my
           Second chance with ephemeral life
        It's so pricey I would have never...

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