Best Mums Poems

POTD 10th May 2018

A dedication to our departed Mum, Anne Forbes.
 And to all the dearly departed Mums who celebrate Mother’s day on the second...

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What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
 
Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
 
Mums,...

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Like the sun lights up the sky, 
A little girl when she was born, 
She snuggled right into our hearts
With heaven's sparkle in
Her eyes stole...

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Make Do and Mend,

Years ago we had jobs
We had fun and money in our pocket
Things were much better then
Once you could go out the door
And...

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Nervous as a harried hen, Mom was in a dither
Would wedding guests be kept away by the winter weather?

My cheeks so rosy from the sting...

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Nature unfurls charms
Loving emotions flourish
Her cup runs over

Exquisite passion
Limbs entwined in sweet embrace
Move in symphony

Senses on fire
Symphonic crescendos peak
Cocooned in slumber

Nature’s Miracle
Blooming as she takes...

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Autumn in Waiting 

I love when vineyards turn 
to yellow, orange, and red.
I will get up an hour later,
and may earlier go to bed.

The valley...

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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...

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What would be of me
if you could be with me

How would be my present days
if ever you were spared other few days

I open wide my...

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a lonely place.
It's nothing to do with that person
who asked how are you? this morning.
It's to do with staring through
fear-frosted windows
as snow sugar-sifts the street,
watching...

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Nervous as a harried hen, Mom was in a dither
Would wedding guests be kept away by December weather?

My cheeks so rosy from the sting of...

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As cold autumn winds strip the trees, 
Melancholy days have arrived.
Most flowers, already are frosted brown,
Though mums are the last to survive.

There's lots of fog...

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For the little babies mourn
For the babies that are yet to be born
They are only fetusus many scorn 
And mercilessly from their mothers womb torn

From...

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As the garden grows…


This one is For Sythia  
       Rose may not agree  
She’s the one who...

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She sits on the porch in a cool desert night
A bobcat stalks prey in the day's fading light
The moon looks like a big orange in...

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