Like A Mother Poems - Poems about Like A Mother

I wrote this for my mom since it's the anniversary of her passing today Today marks the day, my heart's heavy stone, A decade has gone by, yet grief fills my heart even more so at home Mom, I'm missing you more than words could ever say, Every milestone, every memory, every second of everyday. I wish you could've...

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Her clouds are dark and heavy. So, like tear-drops falling from our eyes, like a cry of joy or sadness, she rains. Her oceans are blown by heavy winds. So with twirls across the sea, she rings hurricanes. Quite often she has pains and heartaches. So she wakes us with shakes and quakes. Her volcanic mountains blow, And her rivers overflow. So she floods, Leaving...

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Let me tell you a story, that took place on a night in Amsterdam, where the hotel lights seemed to flicker in my native tongue. I was beside a lady, not my mother, but something deeper than all bloodlines combined. The kind of woman who doesn’t ask what weighs on you, but knows, as if you had met in a dream not yet deciphered. A being...

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Born in January of thirty-four, Down Six Mile Road the stork did soar. Her childhood home still stands today, A witness to memories along the way. She’s passed that house a thousand times, Each visit brings nostalgia’s chimes A waft of scent, a sunset’s hue, A song that brings the past in view. In a heartbeat, she’s back once more, To laughter, tears, and...

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My English translation of "Hai Ma" by W. S. Rendra, a son to his mother and soulmate. HAI MA ("HI MOM") by W. S. Rendra translation by Michael R. Burch for Zeelhan Zahraa Mom, It's not death that disheartens my heart but a lifeless life, a life unlived because life loses its power and nature. There are nights when I walk these corridors with nowhere...

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Limericks X This is a more serious limerick: The Abandoned Child’s Complaint by Michael R. Burch I hoped you might have loved me, but you pushed me out to sea like Moses, for some other strange Egyptian mother: Isis, Nefertiti. Keywords/Tags: limerick, child. childhood, children, child abuse, baby, abandonment, unloved, love, unwanted, mother...

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George was a prankster, at least one screw loose Peed in a bottle, tagged it orange juice His mom drank it all down ...

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Roots That Breathe Within My Heartbeat At every step, their shadow guides me, My father, steady as an oak in the breeze, my mother, tenderness in all that feeds. Their hands wove the thread of my fate, with patience, love, and a steady gait. Though time may rush and the world may spin, my heart always flows back to...

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the little child with innocence in his eyes trying to calm his mother down as tears keep rolling down her eyes he continues his search for food in the mud he did found something he could share but its just one rotten potato covered in soil its crazy how he has to live with this when he has barely spent half a...

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she kept on trying to calm her child down crossing the floodwaters to reach the shore while she held him high above her head she almost drowned in that raging flow of water she kept on trying to calm her child down keeping her hopes high for the sake of child to see him live a future she knows is not...

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USPS 2010 : Mother Teresa 100 Anniversary Overcoming many ups and downs, pacing the pious path God paved for her, Mary Teresa born in Albania became Mother Teresa in Calcutta. Tormented by the agony of the destitute she brought them to her home, to where she felt they should be, for everybody in her eyes is born equal. She heard...

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I’ve known my mother since before I had a shape, when my soul — a seed of silent stars, was still searching for its furrow. I was an imperceptible vibration, a faint flicker in the chasm between being and not-being, and she — the only soil where I could take root. She never promised time would be gentle, but she gave me her...

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I have counted her footsteps for thirty-seven years the same path worn into my slope, the same pause at the thorny ridge where she catches her breath and adjusts the weight on her spine. Her daughters used to follow, small shadows learning the art of bending without breaking. Now I watch the granddaughters in school uniforms, walking the...

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( for Mom ) I’ll treasure dear while growing old I clasped your hand til it waxed cold a warm so gifted - touch and breath thus torn from...

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You’re gentle, judgemental, A freak in sheep’s disguise Yet in some ways you’re burdened by self sacrifice, You’re obsessive, compulsive, Afraid to let me go You’re afraid of what’s left of you, If you have not my hand to hold You know I love you, But it’s time to move on Take a fall, and crash out, if I’m wrong Be scared, I’ll hold you, If...

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