Long Motherme Poems
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Mother dear, I recall the many worry lines upon thy dear face.
Oh, that if time I could reverse and them from thy face erase!
Forgive me Mother dear if I caused you any undue despair.
Forgive me Mother dear if I etched my share of them there!
You struggled to see your family through the Great Depression.
To see to the needs of your family was thy sole obsession.
You saw us through sickness and health - to that I can avow.
I know that this alone carved worry lines upon thy brow.
In my feckless youthfulness, too many times I let you down.
I saw disappointment on thy face and thy disapproving frown.
If only I had the power to turn back the clock and erase,
Those worry lines that I caused to crease thy noble face.
I rue the many times that I gave you unnecessary sass.
Those hurtful words from my mouth were so terribly crass.
It gives me peace to know God erased those worry lines from your brow,
When He welcomed you Home where you rest at peace with Him now!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 4 in Paula Swanson's "Line" Contest - September 2010
Madre
Madre, yo te ignoré
Te daba excusas
Cuando más me necesitabas
No supe comprender
Las señas que me dabas
Fui una egoísta
Pensando nomás en mí
A través de los años
Tu enfoque no comprendí
Pero nunca te diste por vencida
Esperando que un día yo descubriría
En la atención
Que tú buscabas
Y mi amistad
Necesitabas
Ahora yo comprendo
Un poco tarde
Pues en mi vida
Ha fallecido mi madre
Ahora yo te necesito
Y te busco
En todo
Lo que hago
Yo se que tú siempre
Me amaste
Sin condición ninguna
Y espero mi castigo
Con tres hijas y no una
Estoy dispuesta
A sufrir por ti
Para que el descanso encuentres
Y me perdones
Porque
Aunque siempre yo te amé
Nunca te lo demostré
Por: Nena
Enríquez
Form:
For who is this poetry destroyer
A cop, but who else would employ her?
As she spies no end
No poet, she pretends
Vanilla ice in leopard skin fur.
You ask If I want mommies hug
wouldn’t that be nice, lovely and snug
You just want to hold me
Under that great oak tree
And kiss me on your picnic rug
You want the vultures to enjoy
My sweet flesh, is that your ploy?
Wanting to be them
Eyeing up my sweet gem
Tell the truth, you just want a toy boy
Well our future together would be bright
Injets, pens and cartridges in sight
You’d color me in
Goodness what a sin
As I would always do the best write
Hang up your gloves as your are weak
You are also classed as an antique
A low blow I know
Don’t cry, don’t go
You can come back with a new technique.
If I don’t hear from the poetry cop
I will know I have come out on top
Good bye little girl
Give us one more twirl
Now, this should be the final full stop (.)!
P.D, this is the first one ive done. Took me a while. Very good fun though. I kind of limit’s
the write.
When i first opened my eyes,
i was in search of you.
You made me smell on earth,
when i was just a fallen dew.
You are the one,
who never let me cry. Provided
me food,
whether the weather is wet or
dry.
With the first scratch of
crayons,
i drew my first picture.
Unknowingly i drew some
scratches,
which resembles you, my loving
mother.
On the first cycle learning day,
in the lap of daddy,
i did su su on her shirt,
but he looked so happy.
The first fever of 102,
had taken their smiles away.
I have noticed,
they cried all night,
until i was okay.
The first day of my school life,
was also a great day,
both mom and dad was with
me,
thats why i felt so gay.
Thus the life's journey went on,
now I'm a lad of twenty.
When i remember those days
within,
i feel I'm not within me.
You are my love, you are my life,
you are my angle of heaven.
You are my dream, you are my
hope,
you, a boon to me given...
Form:
I've wrote that I died with you. I warbled sonnets about our mutual loss and pain.
Now I try to find a pinpoint on the day of resurrection, of when my breath retook.
No, this sorrow never fades; the grief is always here, but slowly like a cataract
time grows and fills the eyes with a dull impressions of a life.
I remember weeping at loss, pain, grief. Begging light to chase the darkness.
I don't remember the first rays of sunshine, the mourning not quite done.
Today I think I have a rhythm, that's supposed to be me, but the edges of definite
are gray and smudged like a horizon of rain where the suns supposed to be.
My memories are like that of the storm, bold in the lightening of a moment
yet fluffed and fading in the darkness of the storming grief. For what is me?
Do we come to a single point where we are an exclamation of our past?
Does our history define us? Our blood and bonds design our personalities?
I have no history. Not that I can name. My childhood memories overshadowed
by that the single bolt of horror, grief like aftershocks that crumpled my psyche.
Who can give me details of our life before your death? No ones left to speak.
Who but you can tell me about my infancy, or adolescent schemes?
In grief I wrote I died with you, dramatic at its best. But here I find I might truly have,
for I'll never find that fledgling flight. Who will tell me what the pictures mean?
All you left for me is lost, but those fuzzy infant memories. Truly orphaned
there is no past to see. Who will tell me of your legacies?
I have nothing left of you but me, who will speak of you to me?
I wish you would live forever?
No one in this world can ever
replace your kindness you give me.
Your smile makes me laugh so free.
Tomorrow if I cry, you would hold me tight
If I were ill, you would care for me till I was right
Oh my dear mother how I love your gentleness
You give such a joy of strength and tenderness.
I dream you could stay with me for infinity
my words can never express my sincerity
you are my best friend forever this night
the heavenly stars will shine ever bright.
Oh my mother ever so remarkable
that is why my world remains durable
the angels can never take you away
I pray that you will live long ever days.
Te Extraño
Llegando aquí
No sabes lo que vi.
Al ver tú tumba
Fue amor lo que sentí.
Yo se que ya descansas
Y en los brazos de el estas,
Cantando alabanzas
Al fin encontrando paz.
Con todo mi corazón
Te extraño
Y se que es egoísmo
Que tu muerte me hace daño.
Le pido a Dios
Con toda mi alma
Que el cielo te de,
Y que a mi me mande calma.
Pues no hay mejores dos, tan merecidos
Como Padre y Madre.
Que en la tierra lo que hicieron
Fue amar a Dios y al mundo.
Sabiendo que es así
Le doy Gracias al Señor,
Que me los presto estar aquí
A inculcarme, que “Dios es AMOR”.
Por: Nena Enriquez
I am a lot of things
I am a mother
I am a child
I am a sister
I am a friend
I am someones lover
I am unfortunately someones wife
I am always afraid of doing the wrong thing and of making mistakes
I feel sooo much at one time
I feel loss
I feel love
I feel a burning hatred that runs sooo deep
I feel confusion of where I am going and what I am doing
I feel lost and without any understanding
I am who I am and what I am
I know I am not perfect and neither is anyone else
I am tired of being judged by my past
I made my mistakes don't want them thrown in my face
If I had not made those mistakes I would not be who I am
Take me or leave me I am who I am and make no more apologies
Love me, hate me I don't care anymore
I am tired of being nice and keeping my mouth shut
I am tired of not being allowed to be me
I am not an easy woman to love
I am complex and simple ALL at once
I want love and need love but will live without it if I have to
Take your best shot because I am.......ME!
When the sky opened wide
God gave me a special gift
He gave me something unvalued
With the sky, with the earth
Or even our own selves
Gold & pearls wouldn’t pay this
Treasure &hunting aint compared
God gave me something to live
Something which will never be payed by money
She‘s the world when she smiles
She owns the earth when she laughs
Her eyes are diamonds
Her love is the sky
Getting her sad will cause the world to lose its sense
Making her cry kills all humanity
God don’t keep this gift away from me
Because…….
You’re the one that makes her live!!!
Year after Year
Season after Season
Holiday after Holiday
I shower you with the finest of gifts.
Little ways of letting
You know how much I care
This year I thought
I would celebrate your birth.
By writing these verses
Full of Sincerity and Purity
Love and Honesty.
In my eyes you are a treasure.
You are like a precious Stone
You are a Pearl among all Pearls
I can swim the deepest Ocean
And among all the rarest of Oysters.
I would never be able to find
A more Radiant and Unique Treasure
You are a diamond among diamonds
There are Rubies that are sold for millions.
But you are a Ruby amongst all Rubies
You are priceless
When I think of you
I think of all the laughter
Fun and moments we share.
You are that friend I rely on
That comforts all my sorrows
That wipes away all my tears
You are that angel.
That gave me wings to fly
Confidence to overcome
Encouragement to face my fears
To me you will always be
The greatest of all treasures.
Thank you for being
A Wonderful Mom.