Mother of no children yet mother to care
Children of the earth is responsibility of all
Soul yearns a child but un-mothered mother blossoms
A heart as an ear to their whispers
Children of the earth is responsibility of all
Attention seeking, neglected or abandoned in fear
Heart as an ear to their whispers
Happiness glistens and child as child should be
Attention seeking, neglected or abandoned in fear
Soul yearns a child but un-mothered mother blossoms
Happiness glistens and child as child should be
Mother of no chidren yet mother to care
A girl with love a heart that lit all around
As the music played we see you still, in your dance
A spirit that was alive that was taken to soon
Your beauty that that still surounds stays close
A star that shines is you, in the darkest of sky
Like a diamond you will last in all hearts and our minds
A mother that lived to love
A son that has your gift of life
As a mother we know you hold him close
His angel that guards him so dear
One look he has your smile ,like the kiss from a rose
An innocences that just grows as you watch over and see
A daughter your mother adored
Laughter that you gave her the warmest smile
The kiss upon your mothers cheek she still keeps
Even in her sleep she has seen your smile and held you near
Your love she locks inside that will never die
Just every now and then a single tear that she shares
A sister you were a friend now in heaven
A time that you talked and talked
A bonding of youth as you all grew
Sisters will always be everlasting
Love that is grown from seed
Always in hearts and thoughts we hold you so near
Another mother sitting alone in an
empty room which was once filled
with life of a small boy who use to,
lay tucked tightly under his covers.
While his mother would silently kiss
his fore head, said a silent prayer.
asking God to keep him safe, while
he slept and to watch over him always.
The mother holding a torn tattered
brown worn out teddy bear which
once belong to the small boy who
was her son, who had gone ahead.
She got the call tonight that her son
had been killed on the battlefield.
He died fighting for his Great Nation
so that we all would be FREE!
Dedicated to all: 'Our Service Men and Women Who Have Fight For The USA!'
You’ve always been the quiet wind,
Filling our sails on the sea of life.
The silent rock of our family,
That eased our pain and strife.
Your heart beats the drum dance;
The four corners of the wind.
Wife of the late Wimpy Edmonds,
A devoted mother and friend.
She has stitched on life’s pattern,
Of our family’s quilt with love.
With gentle and caring hands,
She sewed her qualities thereof.
And in the loom of family,
She’s the stitch that’s kept us together.
She’s our divine sinew of life,
Stronger than a raw piece of leather.
She’s persevered the winds of life,
With her strong but silent hope.
She’s endured the winds of time,
As immovable Mother Oak.
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Dedicated to Genevieve Edmonds,
Wife of the late Wimpy Edmonds.
Long Island’s the home,
Of the mother cat.
Max, Mai Ling, and Gracie,
Are so proud of that.
They are well received,
And in from the cold.
In the warmness of love,
That their mother unfolds.
While out on the streets,
The hidden dangers stir.
She puts them to sleep,
With her poetic purrs.
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This poem is for Rhoda Galgiani.
Merry Christmas Rhoda,
This is for you and your cats;
Max, Mai Ling, and Lil Gracie.
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