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Mother

I have to say being a mother is a special job..

Saying I love you is easy. But sticking out for the long haul is hard.

Mother’s do that.

I lost my mom back in July 2011. I know a lot of you know that. 
But it is as fresh to me as it happened yesterday.

When I saw her in the casket my world felt like it was gone.I fell apart!

Everything was different…I couldn’t understand why the sun came up….. 
why there was another day.. Why didn’t everyone stop and know my mom was dead…..

But you know what My sweet mother did? From heaven Mom called for me…. 
She called for me!!!

I had been crying for days losing my mom. I was so very tired. 
I had driven a long way from North Carolina to Texas. .. 
In fact it took me twenty four hours to drive……
I had my son with me and he helped me drive. 
But after all the crying and driving … well let me say it was hard. 
I didn’t care if I lived or went on.

I got back to Texas and looked at my grandchildren my sons and my 
beautiful daughter in laws and knew they needed me….. 
They loved me and I knew I had to go on.

I could not give up!..

I just want to say HAPPY MOTHERS DAY to all you Mothers out there.
 It is not easy job but it is a rewarding job. 
I have to say I miss my mom so much. 
I miss giving her a Mother’s day present…. So guess what?

I am going to find someone else and adopt them as my mother 
and do for them like I did for my mom…..

Oh ……

I didn’t tell you what mom said to me after she had passed…

I was almost asleep I had been crying missing her. And she called... 
“Brooke, Brooke it’s me your mom... Please don’t cry. I love you. It is alright. 
Please don’t cry.”

She said that to me two different times and I have not heard anything else from her.

But you know even though I am sad I know she is at peace. And so am I.

In fact she told me before she died.

“Brooke, she said, you and all of you have got to let me die. 
You have got to let me go home to Jesus. “

I turned away from her when she said that. 
You see I was very selfish. But I know the pain she was in. She needed to go.

If You have lost your mom then my heart goes out to you. 
If you are a mom then you know what I am talking about.

God bless you all and know I love you all and you are in my prayers…..
All your hurt and love is in my prayers..

Brooke

I will always love you mom.. Always
Form: Narrative


Piano and him

2025.05.13

Today, not as any other days,
When I always was the first arrived at this place,
Waiting for the piano to be available,
For me to clean and press on the keyboard,
To break the sound of silence
Of the well lighted open space.
Not far away, there was a chimney
Covered under a huge cone,
They were the centre place's icons.

Some of the personnel of this Centre,
Like the security guards, the cleaner,
The maintenance workers, the new train station constructors,
The goods deliveries staff and the train commuters,
They rushed and walked pass me.
Few stopped to pay me compliments.

Lately, I could not play the piano well.
There was one other reason
But I preferred not to mention.
Have I cheesed off with the piano?
Or was I fed up with the same old songs,
Played in the last 10 months. 
Lately, my memory failed me badly,
I could not play new songs at all. 
Normally, I was able to remember
How the music went
After listening to them over and over again, 
But, now I could not do that any more.

My emotional pain supposed to settle by now,
But some how, it flared up again
When I saw him on the Mothers' day evening.
I was sure why he was there, 
What a painful excuse for him.
Once a year to show your appreciation to a person,
Who carried you inside her womb,
Especially in his case, 
A single mother to raise four young children.
Also according to his descriptions,
His mother was the slowest person in the world
When learning and understanding new things.
It hurt me when hearing those words.
The way he perceived his mother,
As a person who has low IQ and not intelligent.
To me, he appeared to be a very handsome, 
Fit, strong and wise mature person.
Then why he remained being unattached.
After three decades of adulthood.
Well, it was because he was too picky.
I was not suitable for him, not even as a friend,
After all, I met only 66.66% of his requirements.
We had same level of intelligent,
Shared lot of common interest,
Strongly believed in healthiness,
Had 90% of the same passion
And point of view in life.
If that was not good enough in friendship 
Then I had no idea what it should be.
Good luck to him in soul mates searching,
Good luck to him in finding a soul mate with chemistry,
Last but not, in finding a partner in life and having a family.
© C33 B66  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Happy Mother's Day 2022

I remember my mom having a collection of hats she stored under her bed.
For any occasion that could arise…she had a hat to set atop her head.

Moms of today are different…often they go out with their heads bare
because of this we don’t often realize…all the hats they wear.

If we tried to count all their hats...we can’t…for the list goes on indefinitely
perhaps one way to approach it...would be alphabetically.

Moms are Accountants, Babysitters, Chauffeurs...They do what Doctors, and Electricians do
They are Farmers, Governors, Housekeepers, and Ice cream vendors too.

They are Janitors, Kitchen and Laundry workers, and Maids who clean the floor.
They are Nurses, Optometrists, Painters, Quality control inspectors…there’s more.

They are Receptionists, Seamstresses, Teachers…Umpires…and not always soft spoken…they are Valets, Wardens, X-Ray technicians who can tell if that bone is broken.

They are Youth counselors and every Mom I know is a keeper of the Zoo
If you’re keeping track that’s 26 different hats...26 different jobs that all Moms do.

Moms are the original and still the best multitaskers the world has ever met.
In fact, I didn’t run out of hats for them...I ran out of alphabet.

I guess it’s a good thing each job doesn’t have a hat that sits atop Moms head
for there wouldn’t be enough room to store them in boxes beneath their beds.

They are visionaries, they are cheerleaders, so much of our existence they adorn
yet they had no experience being a mom until their first child was born.

For it was at that miraculous moment in a panic mixed with calm
when the doctor handed them their baby and said, “Congratulations…you’re a Mom!”

And to any Mom who might not have given birth…might not have been there from the start…here’s to all the Mom hats you’ve worn once you opened up your heart.

Do you remember that miraculous feeling…with a mixture of panic and calm…
whether you chose the moment…or the moment chose you…
when you became a Mom?


And therein lies the hat that encompasses all the rest...the hat called motherhood
and to all you Moms out there…I must admit…you make that hat look good.

So to all the Moms everywhere,
here’s wishing you a wonderful Mother’s Day…for all the things you do…
for all the many hats you wear…
our hats are off to you.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member You Can Do This

Its five in the morning, nervous, I give mom a call,
there is no time to waste, she says, "get on the ball".
In a hospital room, with a touch of her hand,
she whispers, "you can do this, to be a mother is grand."

One last push, and i behold her face,
so much beauty, i try to embrace.
Ten little fingers and ten little toes,
I thank the good LORD, for her future he holds.

In a crowded auditorium, i'm gazing up at the stage,
they draw the curtains, a lovely ballerina, I quickly engage.
My eyes have never seen a more radiant sight, 
than my own little girl, eloquently dancing with might.

In the hospital room I craddle a bundle of joy,
fives years later, the LORD gave me a boy.
Ten little fingers, and ten little toes.
I thank the good LORD, for his future he holds.

Sitting in the bleachers, as the scorching sun beats down,
wiping my forehead, i desperately look all around.
All the boys look the same with helments, and uniforms tight,
I spot my son's number, THATS MY BOY!, I recite.

In a cold sterile hospital room, I now  sit by her side,
Mom you can do this, our baby will soon be a bride.
With a hint of a smile, and grace in her eyes,
I think she knew it was time for goodbyes.
Caressing her fingers and massaging her toes,
I thank the good LORD, for her future he holds.

With a red rose in my hand, a tear, and a smile,
the usher gallantly guides me down a flower filled aisle,
Today my sweet girl, becomes somebody's wife,
I pray for for their joy, and may love run a rife.

I stand at the curb as he gets on the bus,
holding back tears, i don't want to cause fuss.
I blow him a kiss, as the driver pulls away,
And into the armed forces, my son goes this day!

I enter the house, no children are home,
This must be it, empty nest syndrome!
I look to my husband for comfort this day,
bless his heart, he can't find words to convey.

I pick up the phone and hear my daughter cry, MOM!
He's coming too early, i fight to stay calm.
I pray; LORD, I want to be right by her side,
if that is not possible, get them through this, i cried.

Back at the hospital the most wonderful sight,
a dear little grandson, i cuddle real tight.
Holding on to my weary daughters hand,
I whisper, "my dear, TO BE A MOTHER IS GRAND!"

Written by Stacey Brown
Mothers Day 2018
Form: Rhyme

An Ode To the Magnificent Mother

By: Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian)
 Mother's Day is a celebration honoring mothers and celebrating motherhood, maternal bonds and the influence of mothers in society.

The moon, the stars, the sunny skies, so beautiful they seem,
All mankind can sense and appreciate what it means,
Their beauty and the beauty of others,
Are in no way a comparison to our mothers.

Mothers are God’s gift to us,
Least appreciated and most worked without a fuss.
Mothers are there to help teach and guide,
And through thick and thin stay by your side.

Mother loves us right from the start,
From the moments she fondly holds us close to her heart.
These moments forever seem to her like only yesterday,
But we all know they were a few eons away.

Mother is there right through our troubles, conflicts and strife,
And every endeavor she undertakes to keep us afloat through pains of life.
Any time in life we can rely on her strong helping hand,
And she is there for you till you have regained the strength, alone to stand.


Mother is one we can lean on,
As deep in her heart she is very strong.
At times it is only mother who can soothe our running tears,
And calm our mind’s lurking shadows of fears.

Mother filled our days with multihued lights,
And put us to bed with lullaby and sweet dreams nights.
And on a foreign land you gave life to me,
And when I was old enough to my wife you set me free.

Whenever I needed you were there with tender care,
For advice and support you were always there.
You taught me right from wrong,
And how to the world whistle my own song.

Mother, I wonder if I could give a diamond to you,
For every tear you shed for me without much ado.
Mother, I wonder if you could accept an emerald from me,
For each truth you made me realize and see.

Mother, I wonder if I could give a ruby to you,
For every midnight coffee you did brew.
Mother, I wonder if I could give a pearl to you,
For every lesson of wisdom you have given me anew.


But I don’t have these and this you are aware,
And all I can offer you is my love devotion and care.
You are so dear to me but yet it took me so long to say,
Have a “HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY”.

I know that when you think of me,
A part of you in me you will always see.
Thank you and I Love you Mom,
This is me your first born son
Form: Rhyme


Sitting On the Grass

Young man sitting next to me 
        on the grass,
            I asked him,
If I am depressed can you help me?
         I heard his voice, 
I will expect you to feel alive 
     never look back 
   go on with your life
  I'll bring you back home
  and will never leave 
        you alone.

When I am chilly young man?
 will you cover me 
   with your coat 
protect me from thunder 
       and rain?
I will carry you under the tree
shield you till the sunrises.

Young man, I lost everything 
and I am trying to survive,
      will you help me? 
I will reason with you 
as some things in life are made
      not to last forever.

Young man if I am crying 
 as I live daily only 
      as an image
walking dead as a tool 
  which makes me feel 
      like a fool?
 I will wipe your tears
     embrace you, 
search for a way to please you
    and make you proud
        of who you are.

Young man if I need a friend 
   how will you help me? 
I will befriend you forever,
  lean towards sharing, 
consent to create a harmonious
 lovable atmosphere 
     till you sense never
        be solo again.

Young man if I want to kill myself
 as my injuries can never heal
 it's my soul's wounds
    what will you do? 

I will forbid you to do that,
but enforce you to predict 
     your happiness
use your vigor to promote
      your emotions
 steal success
    and throw away failure. 

Acknowledge your age 
      to improvise
what is best for you,
 as looking backwards 
can have an impact 
     on your life.

     Young man,
 I need my children
    I live in agony 
an era that seems seamless 
     without them.
Inform them to grab me away
  as my heart is heartless
        unstable. 

   Beg them to stand by
to pick up the broken pieces
 before it is irreparable.
 Will you do that for me
    young man?
Yes, I guarantee
they will rescue you
   before dawn.

My friend young man
get me off the grass, 
walk me to the bank,
     please. 

Arrived at the bank 
 holding his hand 
she asked the teller
to bring out her
  last 20$.
 
    This is for you 
to thank you for sitting
 on the grass with me.
    
       Young man 
your image will be engraved
    in my heart,
        forever.


 Therese Bacha
    17/3/2018

Mothers Day

This is being Written,Created,Composed and Conjured up from with the deepest 
recesses of My Heart,My Mind,My Body and Soul.For A very Special Person In My life, My Mom. 
My mother is no different than any other moms through out our entire universe But,to me She is 
above all The most Beautifulest,loving,understanding,patient,caring,sym pathetic,sharing and 
kind hearted women that I have ever Known.She's never a judge mental type of person.She's 
always reasoning with me and showing me moral support, especially if I'm wrong and she's 
always been there for me Standing Strong! Throughout my Trials and Tribulations of my life, 
she'd give me her best advice and never steered me wrong.She'd always lift me up especially 
when I was feeling down and Inspired me to never dwell on the past.But to pick myself up off the 
ground and to keep my head up and keep moving on.She always assured me,that with the 
Comming of dawn It'll be a Brand New day and Id have another Chance to Correct all of my 
Wrongs! 
Faith is the key she always taught me and she always tried to instill within me 
Love,Trust,Honesty,Kindness,Courage,Strength and Integrity.I'd like to Hope and Pray that I was 
the Ample of My Mothers eyes.But In Actuality and Reality I Always the Bad Apple Who fell Short 
From Perfection In the Eyes of Society.But as loving as my is,she never faltered from Loving Me 
Unconditionally. 
as a Child I Remember Waking up in the middle of the night ,in a Cold Sweat and in an awful 
Fright, moms would be right there Beside me Holding me Tight and Whispering Comforting 
words to make everything alright. 
My Mother is my Superwoman and I know deep down In my soul ,That I can always count on her 
for she would Never leave me nor forsake me especially when It seemed like the whole world 
ws about to come crashing in on me. 
So on this Mother's Day, I'd like to fully Express my Undying Love and Sincerity's to a Number 
One Mom Who Has done everything In her Power that one Person could ever do,To make not 
only Me but Everyone else that she Has ever Encountered Or Touched through out Her Life's 
History,As Happy and as Content as they Could Ever Be......So Thank You Very Much and I love 
You My Mommy........
Form:

A Poem As a Tribute On Mothers Day Part 2

A Poem as a Tribute on Mother's Day Part 2

I was again charmed 
By the singing of Koyal’s song
As the Koyal was still singing her “Kuhoo kuhoo” 
In her full throated ease with her melodious sweetness
Perhaps this immortal bird is singing 
Like this, since thousands and thousands of years,
Sometimes enjoying the lush green Nature 
All around her and sometimes 
In the company of only few trees and 
some humans like me and others.  07
.
The melodious voice of the bird reminded me
My mother’s expertise in singing and 
In playing the musical instrument like Harmonium and Violin  
Perhaps she had developed these 
To forget the pains of her life and other sufferings
Due to my father’s too much involvement in freedom struggle and
The loneliness in which she was taking care, 
of my grandfather, mother and other family members
Although,  all these silent sacrifices made her a unique woman of her time
Who was blessed with the simplicity of life and 
her ardent love and care for her family members and her husband. 08
.
Her sacrifices for the country’s freedom struggle, 
for which she had devoted many younger years of her life,
While working with Late Kamla Nehru*
And doing the work of social upliftment
To awaken and improve the dirty slums of Allahabad* around 1930’s 
Made her a woman of outstanding courage and strength. 09
* Kamla Nehru was the wife of Ist Prime Minister of India
*Now Allahabad is renamed as Prayagraj as it was in 1575.
.
My late mother did many sacrifices for her country’s freedom struggle, 
as a true-life partner of her husband 
While working with Late Kamla Nehru* in Allahabad 
She worked to light up the torch of freedom struggle, 
In the hearts of illiterate and untouchable of those days 
With whom no one used to talk in that era, 
what to say of sitting with them, 
educating them and even touching them sometimes, 
when these poor people were sick
Doing all these things was almost impossible, 
in the Hindu society of those days
These people for whom, she worked were in the most depilated condition, 
in my country of those days of India, around 1930’s. 10
.
Ravindra K Kapoor 
Kanpur India 12th May 2019  Please see Last two paras as concluded in Part 3

Premium Member A Mother's Day Poem To My Aunt a Repost

A Mother's Day Poem
                                     
                                    To my Aunt Betty
                                  A Repost From 2022

                              You loved me and accepted
                                    me, for who I am
                                  Loving unconditional
                                  I was your little lamb
                               And Auntie, though your
                                    womb was closed
                                No baby born as you'd
                                      once supposed
                               With the baby boomers
                                           boom
                                    No baby in your 
                                      nursery room 
                                     Yet truest love, 
                                     my Aunt to me
                                    The sweetest gift
                                      would ever be
                                  Your gift of love for
                                      each you knew
                                         Oh Auntie,
                                         your love 
                                        was so true
                                      Though you're 
                                 lifted from this sphere
                                        May angels 
                                         bout' you
                                    Close and near
                             Whisper in your precious ear
                               BJ adores you Auntie dear
                                A whispered "Thank you!"
                                       From this heart
                              Undying love cannot depart
                                   May these words lift 
                                           up to say
                                          Aunt Betty;
                                    Happy Mother's Day
                                             
                                                <3
             Copyright © BJ Legros Kelley | Year Posted 2022
Form: Rhyme

Mist-In-Her

To the Circuit of Energy permeating the garden, sustaining the canopy permeate
Washing through with waterfalls, cascading rivers, and upwelling springs the fermement
Was magically darkened when Eve took her classes at Satan’s grove
Where one tree (or gate or pedestal) stood, and the devil appeared like hand in glove
To capture her attention, draw her away from her programmed obligations
Little did she know that the devils deal would lead to abnegation


Of her rightful role as a helpmate, swquaw and poets wife
To rule as co-creators, in innocence, with her husband – Adam – and without strife
Although the invitation to new knowledge might have raised her curiosity peaked
‘Perhaps’, she thought, ‘only to have this new experience’ would raise her from meek
Humility. And give her new insight into helping her man: new insight new skills
How was she to know that the tree of good and evil would not fulfill


Any decent role in sustaining the garden, or giving of strength
Had she known that she would be banned from paradise, and removed a full length
From the easeof leisure, the peac of pleasure, which passes all understanding
What a tragedy then, when she engaged the devil without comprehending
The consequence of taking that fatal action, to partake
In the fruit and lust of the wicked tree: when after she began to fake


The full collapse of her station to assist the 1st Man, her original matrimony
She had, perhaps unwittingly disrupted her union with man, and sundered its harmony
With the role of Adam as a spokesman and poet was now broken
The life from before, when he merelyspoke and observed had become a token
Memory. Speech itself a vestige of what life had been when it was perfect
For Eve had introduced vast new knowledge through her dalliance when the devil depicted


A fuller knowledge of all the trees of the garden once fecund
Now all that once gave life in full, a mere second
To Eves infinite question; to probe the everlasting and to question
From what source, and what deep came the gall of God’s order not to mention
The mercurial things that she had seen in Eden, the sweet lull and whisper
And perhaps her fall, the devils gambit settled the mist-in-her
Form: Ballade

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