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I saw her sitting alone at the table
Forlorn, and not expecting any company
Up to her I quickly walked and greeted her
With a gentle hug and tender kiss on the cheek
Momentarily her eyes lit up with fleeting recognition
Then just like that,she turned away
Recognition gone again but I refused to
Give up and so I took her gnarled hand in mine
Kissed it softly,leaned in closely and said"Hi Mom"
For a moment tears welled up in her eyes and she thanked me
"For what?" I asked and she said quietly
"Thanks for calling me Mom" and I said"Well
You are my mom and always will be"and she smiled
At me but then once more turned her head away from me
So I began to sing along to the Christmas music they were playing
I was hoping she would join in but
She merely sneaked sideways peeks at me
Trying with all her might to figure out just who I was
My heart was breaking inside of me but I didn't let her know
At eighty eight I figured she had earned the right of memory loss
Forget all the bad years she had spent
Defending and fending off an alcoholic husband
Protecting her adopted children she loved,from abuse
Pretending to everyone things were fine in our troubled home
As I watched her lovely,dear,wrinkled face,I recalled another time
I was in a class play and she attended alone
My father too drunk to come and watch me perform
As I came off stage there she was,so proud of me I knew
I said"Thanks Mom for coming to watch me in my acting debut"
She told me I'd done a good job and that she was glad to call me daughter
Beaming she said "And thanks for calling me Mom"
"You will always be my mom"I said and then we hugged
Now this was one memory I wished with all my soul that she still had
But I knew that ship had sailed and so I rose to leave and said"Bye Mom"
She looked me over then again said "Thanks for calling me Mom"as my heart did a flip
**for contest "My Parent"
sponsored by Francine Roberts
The Tangled Web
Lines on her face grew deeper when fabrications were conceived
When further contradictions came, she knew not what to believe
Caught in a lie I’d be sent to my room; there’d be no reprieve
Mom said, "A tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive”
My boyfriend had no license yet; we wanted to double date
To get my mom’s permission, a lie I had to perpetrate
Claimed the driver was my boyfriend’s brother to mom’s fears abate
This was the first strand in a tangled web I chose to create
When the invitation to his wedding came, mom was irate
The “driver” had another last name, more lies I did inflate
“They have the same mom, just different dads,” but this did not equate
She’d met his Catholic parents; divorce was against our mandate
“His older brother’s father died.” This made my mom a skeptic
I wish mom would have washed my mouth out with an antiseptic
For now the web that hovered above had grown so very thick
Mom was on to me for sure, so she devised a clever trick
At mass my mom asked his where her first husband had been buried
How quickly she responded, “I’ve never before been married.”
For two years these lies had grown, and so much guilt I had carried
This snowball led me to declare I’d never again mislead
Though the truth may bring results that are unsatisfactory
You won’t be covered by webs built of story upon story
And when the truth prevails, you won’t see eyes accusatory
Or spend your teen years in a room filled with falsehoods’ armory
*True story for Paula’s “My Parent” contest
When I was youthfull…young
I had peers that are wayward…wrong
but her wealthy words made me steady… strong
Now I’m old… not tempted by the tales of throng
My mom told me to stay and never sway
Even if I am worldly, weary … wicked way;
In the sun and rain…naughty night or darling day
She taught me to know the time to play and pray
She has taught me never to fear or frown
Even if the scorching sun makes me dry… down
In the ocean of life, I feel I am going to drown
But I come out as pure gold…the talk of the town
My mother, my tender home when I was fragile
Thy balm and boobs blessed me till I was agile
You gave everything you’ve got…going the extra mile
Now I live a life that’s worthwhile…I sail and smile
When I was youthfull…young
I had peers that are wayward…wrong
but her wealthy words made me steady… strong
Now I’m old… not tempted by the tales of throng
My mom told me to stay and never sway
Even if I am worldly, weary … wicked way;
In the sun and rain…naughty night or darling day
She taught me to know the time to play and pray
She has taught me never to fear or frown
Even if the scorching sun makes me dry… down
In the ocean of life, I feel I am going to drown
But I come out as pure gold…the talk of the town
My mother, my tender home when I was fragile
Thy balm and boobs blessed me till I was agile
You gave everything you’ve got…going the extra mile
Now I live a life that’s worthwhile…I sail and smile
It is hard to express the gratitude that I have for my mom
She raised me most of my life as a single mother
Then she married a wonderful man who raised me as his own
Together we shared a loving, fun filled home
She took on a daughter and three sons
And loved them as her own
Now she had five children
A husband and a home
Being my mom could not have been easy
You see, I have been sick most all of my life
A severe asthmatic since I was little
Plus I had seven cancer scares, which all required me going under the knife
She took care of me when I was recovering
She listened to me cry from the pain
Or being sick of taking millions of pills
Even throwing them all across the room because I was so sick of them
She never once did complain
When the stitches were taken out too soon
And I bled all over the place
I was so scared
Yet…she calmed me down with a gentle hand placed on my face
Today I am going through tough times
Living with a chronic illness called Fibromyalgia and injured spine
My mom is still there to listen to me when I am frustrated
And I am glad my mom is mine
She has also helped raised my husband
Whose own mother recently decided she wants nothing to do with him
Now she is his mom too
Although she did not teach him to tie his shoes
Form:
you`ve worked so hard all your life
before and since dad called you wife
you love the lord selflessly faithfully and trusting too
i`m grateful and thankful mom i`ll always love you
you never put limits on prayers hugs or kisses
your love is spot on and never once misses
your patience is legend and all that you teach
seldom scolding anyone you live what you preach
your laughing eyes mischeavious smile that i love so much
you beam radiantly through life with a firm gentle touch
from your body mind and soul to the soles of your feet
you aren`t like anyone else you are blessedly unique
honesty and forgiveness you passed on from your youth
give the best you have and the best will have you
i`ve told you all this before
but you deserve much more
i love you mom thanks for my being
looking past my faults
goodness always seeing
you are truly a treasure to all a rare and beautiful find
from heaven to earth a loving one of a kind
on the bottom of my heart is a key
to my precious memories
you gave all you have and more
in my prayers i ask the lord
let her see and know
what she means to me
a daughter to mother
true love story
thanks mom for all the prayers said
and for your example life`s right where you lead
Form:
We started out alone in the world,
me and you, my beautiful girl.
Chaos and strife were all we knew,
but you had me and I had you.
Boundless errors were made, I'd say,
the guilt I'll carry to my dying day.
Considering the mom that I had had,
I hoped I hadn't done as bad.
I hope you always felt one thing:
that I loved you with all my being.
The men I chose were selfish and vain
and I could never express my pain.
So I withdrew behind a wall
so my feelings wouldn't show at all.
My pain was like a beast inside
and I was always terrified.
I was so afraid to cry
(and you can guess the reason why).
I knew that if one tear would drop,
I'd lose control and never stop.
I still try hard to keep in check
'cause crying makes me look like heck.
But I can only pray you know:
I've always loved you head to toe.
And the wall I built,
though thick and stout,
was never meant to keep you out.
I was trying to sheild you from the pain
that fell on my childhood like pouring rain.
And now I'm old and need more rest.
I hope you know I did my best.
And when you have a child or three,
you'll be a better mom than me.
And the pain of family suicides
will never be reflected in their eyes.
From stubbed toes ,countless tears and many more to come
Being a Mom is never done
From baseball games,gymnastics,dances and proms
There is no full time job such as mom
From the punishments like no outside and no tv
To the love that was so unconditionally
From "Its painfull to be beautiful" & " Live and learn"
You taught so lovingly yet so firm
Making us proude to be who we are today
Keeping our mouths shut, if there is nothing nice to say
Working how ever long it took
Just to buy me that new pocket book
Getting the school clothes off of lay-away
Man that was the most magical day
It was enough for you, just to see us smile
Letting us stay home from school every once in a while
When we faught, you were the referee
Sending us both to our rooms so seriously
From being our cheif,servant, personal shoufer and maid
Doing it all without getting paid
Hosting parties on our behalf
To practicliy forcing us to get in the bath
Dressing us from head to toe
Not missing one talent show
Your a magnificent sculpter, molding and creating us
A love built on honesty,integrity,compassion and trust
Love you mom your the best!
From the wood where coyotes play
Blackie cat came on a summer’s day.
Called seemingly, to fill the place
where Rocky the cat lay dreaming.
A proud old tom who’d seen his end
Rocky had held it long at bay.
A Guardian was he of Mom you see,
but when he passed she’d stay.
And he’d not leave till he knew
she would not be alone…
He’d found ole Blackie for her
to give them both a happy home.
Blackie and he had many a day
of lolling in the grass and sun.
But Rocky’s porch he would not share
that was for Mom and he the only one.
She feed them both, each to his own
and cared for both in kind.
Rocky’s plan, he was the man…
was to not leave her alone inside.
So, Rocky's sweet self sacrifice
of staying much too long
was blessed with painless passing
He died in Mommy’s arms.
Now everyday, ole Blackie comes
as Rocky told him too.
To keep his Mommy company
another Guardian true.
Still too frightened to come inside,
Mom’s sure he will one day.
And on that day they’d both be sure
that Blackie’d come to stay.
*Debbie Guzzi
Mom
U always raised a storm
When I did something wrong
Those blowings made me strong
They stood
Me good
Thank u mom for providing a hood
Gave me what u believed was right
Ill care for u with all my might
Raised me in a manner
Saw me through your scanner
Made strong helped me when I needed u most
To u I raise a toast
Ur the finest mother I can claim and boast
U tried to tell me all good things
I’ve tied them in my mind with strings
You are so compassionate
Thank you for making me passionate
To reach the sky
And never give up or stop to ask why
Sorry for annoying u so often
I know I need to soften
U too need to control your anxiety
Spend more time with all mighty
Try to lend me an ear
Whenever I hold a fear
Till im on this universe
May god not show wrath or curse
As now u need love n care
My joys with u I want to share
Without u my life would be empty and meaningless
As without my mentor I‘ll end up with uncurable stress
So please take care
As I need u here!
Love u mom
Please be a little more warm
Form:
MOTHERS ARE AUTHORITY FIGURES
CORRECTING THE SAP WITH LOVE TAPS
I HONOR THE MOTHER IN YOU FOR GIVING
ME THE ROD OF CORRECTION TO BRING FORTH THE GOOD
MOMMIES IS A TERM OF ENDEARMENTMOMMIES GIVE KISSES
AND HUGS FOR POSITIVE REENFORCEMENT ENCOURAGING
HER CHILDREN TO STAND NO MATTER WHAT THE CIRCUMSTANCE
IN LIFE PRESENTS I HONOR THE LOVILESS OF A MOMMIE
MOMS ARE CROSS BETWEEN A MOTHER AND MOMMIE
WHICH EQUALS A MOTHERMOM A MOTHERMOM SHE TEACHES SHE
PREACHES, SHE REACHES, AND MAINTAINS CONSISTENCY
IN THE HOME WITH LOVE ENERGY
SHE’S THE SUNSHINE OF POSITIVITY I HONOR THE MOTHERMOM
IN YOU FOR ALL YOU DO
MA IS THE RING LEADER CONDUCTING THE SHOW
MA IS THE INDIVIDUAL THAT LEADS BY EXAMPLEENSURING THAT HER SEEDS
ARE MENTALLY SOUND AND WELL ROUNDED SPIRITUALLY AND NATURALLY
I HONOR THE MA IN YOU BECAUSE YOU HELD ME ACCOUNTABLE FOR
ALL MY ACTIONS I APPRECIATE THE MOTHER THE MOMMIE
THE MOM AND THE MA
IN THE ONE OF YOU………
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY