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Summers Eve

~Summer’s Eve ~

I am a woman!
I am proud-

I am everything you want. 
Plus more
The adoring wife,
A beautiful mother, 
A grandmother a granddaughter 
A daughter, a sister,
A lover, the aunt.
Your enemy, your friend.
I am the working lady.
A widow left behind.

  I AM!
The Spawn of Adam's rib-

  I AM!
A mentor throughout this world. 
A lady with class, sometimes a material girl.
A flower, and the sound of rain.

I am the color of the rainbow. 
I am deeper than the sea. 
I am the pink ribbon you wear.
I am delicate like snow.

  I AM!
The sun and the moon in your eyes.
A twister during dark skies.

  I AM!
The Daughter of Eve-

And, here is the only feeling I want to endorse. 
 Summer's Eve.

In honor and appreciation to all the women of the world.
Happy Mother’s day!


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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In Celebration of Mothers

I celebrate wonderful mothers 
who always put the needs 
of their children first,
the single mothers who 
especially must sacrifice 
to help their children survive 
and thrive with little money
coming in, yet finding ways
to make them feel they fit in.

I celebrate mothers who dole 
out love in great abundance
and always take the time
to listen to their children's
concerns and problems
with sage advice that comes
from wisdom's experience.

I celebrate the grandmothers
who have stepped in to raise
their grandchildren when
their daughters can't or won't.
These are Earth's angels.

I celebrate the step-mothers
who raise their stepchildren
without any reservation,
loving them as their own.
They've earned a place in heaven.

I celebrate adoptive mothers
who raise their adopted children
with the same acceptance and 
love a birth mother bestows.
They are God's gracious gifts.

I celebrate the mothers who have
lost their children, through death,
kidnapping or by any other loss.
Their suffering cannot be gauged.
Let them receive blessed peace.

I celebrate the dear daughter in laws
who have become beloved daughters 
as they become mothers to their mother
in law’s precious grandchildren.

I celebrate the foster mothers
who give abused and orphaned
children a temporary loving home.
They have a direct line to the divine. 

I celebrate great grandmothers
who continue to teach their
daughters, granddaughters,
and great granddaughters, by
example, how to be great mothers.

I especially celebrate the homeless
mothers living on the streets, through
circumstances beyond their control, 
who somehow manage to 
keep their families together.

I celebrate those mothers who live
in impoverished countries who have
starved to make sure their children
have enough food to keep them alive.
Blessed mothers who’ve died for that sake,
and for those who have died giving birth.

I celebrate the time, effort and selfless
love bestowed upon every lucky
child who has been given the
precious gift of a loving mother!

A heartfelt Happy Mother's Day to all!

© Connie Marcum Wong
Poem of the Day for Monday 11 May, 2015

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015

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Her Way

There once was a time
I called you just about every day
Years ago, that almost feel like yesterday
My friends may have thought I was a mama's boy
But that was okay
I'd call you anyway
Always interested in what you had to say

Now I ponder the time I've wasted
The hours I've lost
I guess living life has a cost
As within daily living we're tossed
Grown up problems and being bossed
Getting older 
Hair turning to frost

I might call less
But you I'd never forget
Loving you is a sure bet
I know you will always listen
Whether I'm happy or upset
You're the one in my corner
When others think I'm all wet

Other's might have frilly moms
I love that you are strong
Your hugs one of my favorite things
They make me feel like I belong
So important
When sometime things go wrong
I know that you and me will always get along

So on this coming mother's day
I'll give thanks as I pray
Appreciative that you are more than okay
You are a one of a kind
My favorite 
A true original
Better than Frank Sinatra
No apologies
Wonderful woman
Doing it your way!

I love you mom
Happy Birthday!

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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What Mom Hears

Toll-free is the call on this special day as my gratitude ascends the umbilical cord, never severed, even in the afterlife. “I planted begonias in the garden you nurtured.” My eyes search the bright spring sky, “Your favorites, just for you on Mother’s Day.” Decades have passed, yet that special mother/daughter bond finds me planting begonias each year. “I miss you, Mom, though your spirit lingers – sometimes I still hear your voice; you always hear mine. “My confidante you’ll always be. When I share my innermost thoughts in prayer, I feel your heart next to mine. “Giver of life, comforter, source of wisdom, Mom, you blessed me with so much joy. I spoke to you in my youth; I speak to you now. “On angel wings my words are delivered to heaven. I know you listen; I just know.”
*Written May 5, 2015, in honor of my mother.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2015

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My Mom

My mother was your average country mom
She wasn't gorgeous. Some might call her "plain"
But had the patience to diffuse a bomb
Her eyes grew narrow, when I caused her pain

She never raised her voice nor slapped my face
Still taught me right from wrong and not to lie
Made sure I bowed my head when dad said grace
Encouraged me to find new things to try

And even though she worked, twas not for greed
She took great pleasure from the "simple things"
She told me, "Faith in God," was all one needs
That real love doesn't come with any strings

My mother was as gentle as a dove
My prayer this Mother's Day, she knows she's loved

    by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017

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Mother's sacrifice

A mother was born and dreamed of a beautiful life. A new journey had begun - but a hard path lay ahead. Demons seduced her beloved - leaving her alone. The land was foreign and dark clouds appeared above. Child in hand, mother reached an ambiguous cross road. Before setting foot upon the long way - her conscience enquired: "Are you sure this is the right path? It will be difficult, full of pain" The mother smiled as she saw hope in her infant's eyes. A real mother would sacrifice her own happiness for a child. Storms came on dark days with thunder and lightning but, she kept her child dry and secure. Winters came with cold days and masonic winds, but she kept her child warm and protected. Sometimes she would not eat - but kept her child nourished. In secrecy, tears would fall - her son would only see a happy mask. There were days when life was burdensome and full of worry that shook in fear. Defeating hazards and obstacles, she guided her son along the terrain of the highest mountain. When they reached the top her son reassured his mother: "Thank you mother - I would not have got here without you, you can let go now. I think I will be OK from here." His mother smiled with pride - her boy was now a man. When her son was at a loss - his mother would remind him: "Son you only learn from losing." When her son fell numerous times - his mother gave him hope and taught him faith: "Son, you can't control what happens to you in life, but you can control how you react to it." With the love and prayers of his mother, he rose time and time again, until he stood strong. Life is full of trials and tests - being optimistic will help defeat hardship. Loving others will give them belief and a reason to live. Never underestimate the love of a mother who sacrifices so much, but sometimes we do not realise how much. My mother has taught me so much and is my hero. I am thankful to my mother for always being there even on the darkest days. For helping me through my battle with cancer and always inspiring me to be the best that I can be. It is a true honour to be her son. Silent One Written 15 October 2015

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018

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Hey mum, could we have roast chicken for dinner?
You know your roast potatoes really are a winner.
Mum, remember you promised to help with my homework later?
I have to hand it in tomorrow, your help would not be greater.

Hi mum, my doctors appointment today is around ten.
Your picking me up, just wanted to know when.
Hello mum, is it ok for you to look after the kids around noon?
I have to get my hair done, will drop them over soon.

Yes mum.  I texted you but you didn't reply.
Anyway did you get all those things I asked you to buy?
Well mum, the thing is, we've been really busy this week.
Could you have the kids overnight now?  We really need some sleep.

Hi mum, how are you today?  My car wont go!
Can you drive me to work?  I really need your help you know.
Mum, when you go to the post office can you grab a parcel for me?
I'd go there myself but I don't like to wait in line you see.

Mums are really angels of God, sent from up above.
To look after children and fill there lives with love.
Happy Mothers Day to all the mums out there.
You may sometimes feel unnoticed but dads are well aware.

Copyright © old man emu | Year Posted 2016

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Pearls of Mother's Great Love

the pearls from your eyes are far more precious to me than any treasure your big sacrifice nothing more to compare with you’re my great hero I owe you my life mom, my heart melts when you cry your tears: pearls of love unconditional that’s the greatness of your love in you, I feel God mom, I’m so sorry sometimes, I make you lonely but you’re dear to me you bear all the pains pearls of great love on your cheeks every drop, I’ll kiss for I do believe you want only the best for me all your pray’rs and wish thank you so much mom those pearls of great mother’s love be kept in my heart you’re my only mom replaceable by no one comfort and best friend my ardent prayers may you live long in this world may God gives you strength March 24, 2013
Note: This poem was conceived both from the “Pearl” theme and one of my possible adorable picture themes of my latest contest, “Mother’s Love”- merged into one. It is also composed with the inspiration of all mothers in this world. You’re indeed the greatest heroes/heroines! I am so proud of you! I lovingly dedicate this poem to you dear mothers and friends! Big hugs to all of you! Of course, I include especially my loving/dearest mom who’s my greatest inspiration, refuge and best friend. This poem can also bring to us a message for this Easter Season as we remember Mother Mary who’d suffered much seeing her loving son Jesus Christ’s great sufferings on the cross at Mt. Calvary- a mother’s great love to her child indeed! HAPPY EASTER SEASON TO ALL! First Place Contest: Any Poem Goes Judged: 3/29/2013 Sponsor: My Greatest Poet and sis PD

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2013

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Where did the time Go

Where did the time Go?

“Mom I think my finger’s falling off”
Not to worry I’ll be there in a second.

“Mom I think the roof caved in”
Get under the bed for now, I’m on the phone.

“Mom, Sister’s on the roof”

“Mom, the house behind us is on fire”
Bring them a bucket; I’m drying my hair.

“Mom, there’s a black spider on my wall”
He’ll keep; I’m watching Days of Our Lives.

“Mom, the paper boy’s collecting”
I don’t have $2.  I’ll be at the bank. 

“Mom, there’s a policeman at the door”
Get Daddy.  Now.

 “Mom, I’m married with kids”
Where was I?

For Colette from Mama
Mother’s Day 2013

Copyright © kathryn collins | Year Posted 2013

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Looking back to memories bright,
I remember she’d teach me wrong from right.
“Clean your plate.  There are others who have none.”
“Do your homework, and let me know when you’re done.”
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Save your money for a rainy day.”
“It’s beautiful outside, so go out and play.”
“Let me show you how to clean and cook.”
“If you’re really bored, you can read a good book.”
“Don’t you know that I was young once, too?”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Take some time to read this book, son.
I think it’s time you know where they come from.”
“Girls are spice and everything nice.”
“If you’re smart, you’ll take my advice.”
“You don’t have to do as others do.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“My grandfather gave us all we would need.
When spring rolled around he would plant seed.
He shot game and lived off the land.
He wasn’t afraid to make a stand.
You could learn a few things from him, too.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“I used to walk a mile to school.
It won’t hurt you to walk a little, too.”
“Do your chores and be nice to your sister.”
“Address adults as Misses or Mister.”
“Do you know that I love you?”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Why do you want to be in a rock and roll band?”
“Be a leader.  Lend a helping hand.”
“How old is she?  What is her name?
Do you care for her deeply?  Does she feel the same?”
“Where have you been?  I was worried about you!”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“How many hours?  How much does it pay?
Think of your future.  In school you should stay.”
“Do you have food?  You’ve lost a lot of weight.”
“Be on time.  You shouldn’t be late.”
“Did you get the letter that I sent you?”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“You’re too young to get married.  Won’t you wait till later?
Yes, I think she’s nice.  No, I don’t hate her.”
“You need a good job.  Where will you live?”
“How much do you need?  How much can I give?”
“Isn’t life great when love is new?”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“I’m going to be a grandma?!!  You must be joking!”
“How’s the job going?  Are you still smoking?”
“We’re all fine.  How is she?
I was foolish to think she’d replace me.
Tell her that I’m thinking of her, too.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“You sound funny.  Are they all right?
How long was she in labor?  Was it a long night?
She’ll be okay.  She just needs time to heal.
You’ll be a good father.  When was your last meal?
Give her my love, and to the baby, too.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Tell her not to fuss.  I won’t be a bother.
I remember a few things.  You were once a toddler.
The living room is fine.  You sleep in your own room.
I’ll get her some groceries.  Where does she keep her broom?
It was nice seeing you.  I’ll miss you, too.
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“They’re growing like weeds.
I wish you weren’t so far away.”
“Pay attention to your wife . . .
A good husband doesn’t stray.”
“Call me if you need someone to talk to.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Get you some stocks, bonds, or an IRA.
If you stuff it under the mattress, that’ll be okay.
You must think of their future . . . and yours and hers, too.
It’ll take planning to see it all through.
Don’t worry about me, son.  I’ve planned some, too.”
Yes, Mother . . . I hear you.

“Are you happy, boy?  It’s important that you are.
There’s more to life than a career or a new car.”
“I’m proud of you and of who you’ve become.
You’re all that I dreamed of and even more, son.
But tell me the truth.  Did I ever get through?
Did you ever listen when I was talking to you?”

Yes, Mother . . . I listened.  I even took your advice.
In many of my choices, I didn’t have to think twice.
I haven’t always been as good as I could be.
There were times that I was glad you weren’t there to see.
Of one thing I’m certain . . . you passed a lot on.
You taught me to be caring, happy, and strong.
Your thoughts are with me in all that I do.
Yes, Mother . . . I heard you.

Copyright © Mike Shoemaker | Year Posted 2016

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A lesson I have learned before the birds and the bees
was when I tripped, tumbled and fell, frightened by my bloodied knees
My mother came and helped me up, patched my wound, smiled and teased;
“When you fall, always get up, you don’t want to stay down and freeze”.

Curiously what marked my mind and what stood out most vividly,
other than the way she took care of me so tenderly;
How could she have heard me fall and come to my aid instantly,
for I knew she was asleep, and I sneaked out so quietly.

To this question she laughed, rumpled my hair with amusement
“Don’t you know moms have a radar, switched on to permanent? 
Be it trouble, or a lie, for us  there’s no concealment,
or sudden fever at night, we know.” she said to my amazement.

“Hear with your ears, but listen with your heart, often save the day.”
These words I carry till today, for a mother’s role I now play.

Inspired by Craig Cornish' theme - NOT FOR CONTEST
07 May 2015

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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On Mothers Day

On this day
No other can say

More than children do
Other things may stress
They may make a mess
How would they cope without you?
Ever in their hearts
Regardless of the false starts
Since they were born its true

Dedicated love you did show
Able thanks to you to grow
You must gather love accrued

Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2013

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yourself for
the things your 
children say and do; 
they got them from your 
nasty looks, gestures and unkind words...
read them some stories from the Bible!
Mothers more than fathers should be their teachers;
no vile words they should speak, good manners count:
clean and obedient upbringing pave the way for future success,
discipline and behavior makes them stand out from other naughty kids!
All parents must play an important role in their children's lives,
if they do stupid things, correct them, not rebuke them;
nicknames aren't that funny and they will resent them,
have patience, teach them all the right ways
by allowing them to make some mistake!
Isn't perfection so hard to achieve?
Does that perfect one exist?
Human Nature has flaws, 
fall and rise:
glory is

Entered in Shadow Hamilton's contest,
" Double Reverse Etheree "
Written on 9/ 20/2014

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014

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Always and Forever Happy Mother's Day

A gentle caring feeling grows with age 
always precious heart of gold each and every year 

Sings in your love undying devotion holds Heaven on wings 
golden treasure the sun shining deep warmness 

An angel inside a breath of unconditional kindness 
within my mothers voice loving you true forever one song rings

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Joyful memories of a young mom dancing,
Often music blended with laughter.
Always loving and beautiful, she is still.  
Never less than a devoted mom.
Nights I fell asleep next to her twirling
Endless locks of her long, brown hair.

For Tammy's Acrostic on Mother's Day Contest,
written 3/29/15   

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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' '''''''' ' '' Somewhere a hand is reading out loud a Dickinson, a leather-worn journal recording daily life’s soirees, memorizing rain and shielding little girl’s eyes from the blasting words of the sun. Somehow someone reaches from darkness to drive the shadows that meet the body of her child: trembling with excitement or fear, sliding tender fingers on the back; parts the arms like wind that rushes in all seasons to reveal the lush, delicious landscape of summer ; then rubs the elbow down the forearm to greet the cheeks with a kiss and watches while the hands move back without help or guidance from the daughter sleeping. ~ Somewhere a mother, grandmother, godmother, stepmother, or mother nature weeps over love’s broken child; uses her hair to bandage the wound on the youth’s head …unfolds her hands from prayer to widen the window of angel psalms pressing her lips into alleys of the sapling’s mouth: a tear transforms her from receiving to giving. .. and she feels without seeing the last light of the night; lit for those who witness its final extinguishing. © ........ .... ........ *with love to my Mom who had passed on* Gautami Phookan's Poet lll Contest by nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2011

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Holding a wilting red rose


I carried it on my lap all the way to you,
    The bus ride was so long, so long, Mom;
Lost in old memories of you and me, together, 
              I just looked out the window all the way.

                        Holding a wilting red rose ~

The gate of the cemetery creaked as usual,
     The path filled with many crumbling leaves;
Cool wind took my long raven hair blowing it back,
              I felt my tears falling as I neared your tomb.

                         Holding a wilting red rose ~

I stood for a long time with my eyes closed,
     The words carved in stone and in my heart;
Feeling the pride of a daughter for a wonderful Mom,
                I fell to my knees weeping for what is lost.

                           Holding a wilting red rose ~

Then at last I rose and dried the forever tears,
    I touched the words carved  on your cold tomb;
And retraced my steps down the path, closing the gate,
                I boarded the bus and was soon lost in thought.

                             Holding a wilting red rose ~

                                            . . . . . still

May 11, 2014



Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2014

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Mothers Day: Dad, I am In Love With Mom

I cant write a better poem for my poet
I cant paint a better portrait for my artist
I cant sing the best song for my rock star
I cant tell the best story about mom
 I can describe a little that I know

Simply the nicest person on the planet
Simply, that's what i know

The strongest of all I have met
She is the lead soloist who thinks she is just backing in a rehearsal 
She is the real joy who thinks she is a supplement 
She is the real cookie when i need one

So many times I thought 
I would never find someone to love me, 
The way I needed to be loved...
Then I found mom, just there, always there

There's a story behind everything. 
How a picture gets on a wall. 
How a scar gets on your face. 
Sometimes the stories are simple,
Sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. 
But behind all our stories is always a story
Our mom's story, 
Because hers is where ours begin

Dedicated to my mom Cinda Carter a woman who
has walked my heart and left love prints
that nothing can wash away 

Copyright © Rodgers Roger | Year Posted 2014

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As she cups my fingers through sleep-time
Nurturing our cozy moments with delight;  
Gaily, Aunt takes me to joyrides of youth
Each circus, fairy tears, or moon talk,
Lifts all seasons to brighten mad chuckles
Into a harbor of love where warmth glides.
Care-giver… delivering me at birth
A second mom, the first kin I cherish!

Tammy Reams' Acrostic on Mother's Day
Dedicated to my aunt- nurse who treasured me
as her own child till her death... I was 22 then.


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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One Day is not Enough

One day alone is not enough
To measure universal love
Sculptured in her embodiment
One day alone is not enough
To tell treausre greatest of my heart
Besides the shrine where I serve my Lord.
One day alone is not enough
To fill the void that was her love
And set her caring worthiness apart
And honor her with honey words.

This mother's day then
May day shall blow blues again
And moon to dark I descend
The shrivelling path of pain.
What flowers on her grave
Can fend away the gloom
Of loss? No card can crave
The her eyes' bloom like petals
Withered now within the grave
I vested soul and all to save
You for the gallery of my stars
And finite so the thing I prove
How death can any mortal move
And mother's day make scars.

Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2009

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Just the other day I came across a picture of you with your horse
And was amazed to see how much we looked alike
Could it be true that you are mere words upon a cold stone
Quiet, beautiful and kind Jacqueline
Unbelievable you left this world on Mother's Day 
Entangled, meshed, intertwined are our souls for eternity
Love is what you left with me
I am so proud to be the daughter of one such as you
Not a day will go by that you are not in my heart
Especially on Mother's Day

March 14, 2015


For the contest Acrostic on Mother's Day, sponsor, Tammy Reams

First Place

Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2015

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A     As always in my darkest hour, she still comes to calm my fears

L      Like the flower's scent in the dark of night,  she will come to soothe my tears

I      I can sense, in the gentle breeze's touch, the softness of her skin
C     Could there be found, in a thousand poems, a love so pure as this?

I      I know it sounds beyond most realms, and some may call it myth

A     Although she's gone, and time has passed, forever does exist

For the contest sponsored by Tammy Reams
Mother's Day Acrostic

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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Mothers Day: I love you Dad

I love you dad,
Not because of the sweet deep voice
Not because of the angelic heart 
Not because of the shelter and food
Not because of bills you clear
Not because of because
I love you dad, 
so much,
Because you love mom 

Copyright © Rodgers Roger | Year Posted 2014

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A siren of Oogahs! fills her ears,
But  cream of smile and care splotch her face,
Tells you the love tutelage she has for years,
Cuddling and snuggling  is me little thing,
As she wraps me and embrace me,
In endless full love string,
Onomatopoeic sirens of my helpless cry,
To you might be clear bother,
To her is a call in notification,
To attend to me like an open door,
Mama is greatest being ever lived to cherish,
Never shall i let her joy to perish,
Thank you mum.

Copyright © Sabion Osore | Year Posted 2015

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For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,

all women.


Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,

all women.


Think of how you treat,


all women.


Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,



all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013