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I want to start by thanking all women for bringing balance and sensibility to our lives,
For embodying resilience and unconditional love (agápe).
Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers—of furries and Sapiens alike!
Because all life is connected, each sharing a piece of the Divine.
We all need agápe love from God’s chosen people—
The only humans who create life,
The only ones who build a connection with us before our eyes meet the light.
Do we call those who supplied ink to Mary Cassatt the painters?
As essential as they were, painters they were not.
Mothers love—
The kind that shields us mentally,
Protecting us from the scourges of this insidious yet redeemable world.
They are the guardians of life,
The shepherds of minds shaping the future.
In moments when our vision narrows into a tunnel,
Your euphonious voices guide us back with a tender reminder:
“What about the children?”
I extend a special thank you—
To my mother, who never gave up on me even when I was in the depths of despair.
To my Aunt Cora, who saw a man even when my actions were those of a boy.
To Tina, Mario’s mother, for raising a man embedded in the word of God.
To my cousins, who reminded me I was wrong
When my actions were filled with egotistical flaws.
To you all, and so many more, I am grateful.
This world was created by God,
But sustained and perpetuated by the love of its mothers.
So, on behalf of all life on this beautiful planet,
Even though sometimes it’s hard to see—
You are valued, like soil to a tree.
You are heard, as salubrious as morning birds.
You are beautiful, like vast stars in the nights sky.
Even though we sometimes rattle your nerves,
We are grateful for you all.
As Nietzsche said,
“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”
Happy Mother’s Day.
Happy Mothers Day
Mothers Love
Way back a long long time ago when Adam was with Eve.
Before a single child was born no cause to doubt or grieve.
His knowing ways of darker days right from the very start.
God took extra portions and put them in Eves heart.
He gave to her some extra hope for a heart that needed mending.
The only hope that God can know is hope that's never ending.
He gave an extra dose of faith He knew what that would mean.
There'd come a day along the way She'd have faith for things
unseen.
Compassion and of sympathy He gave Eve quite a lot.
And instinct for along the way to use the patience that she got.
He gave her understanding cause He knew there'd come a day.
One of her own would be alone and she'd need words to say.
He gave her strength and courage to face the darkest night.
But just in case one lost their place He gave to her a light.
Then for a time all time stood still as these gifts from up above.
God placed in the heart of Eve what's now called Mothers Love.
Edwin C Hofert
The Question, What is a Mothers’ Love
Books are very informational,
But it does not show the scars in the heart
The mind or dreams that wake
I remember in detail yet did not make sense of it
Even when I am Older I still question
Can you tell me what a mother’s love is?
I was adopted, and I just don't really know,
Would my biological mother be more in touch with me?
I know my adopted mother seems to be so far,
But she lives close...I'm just wondering,
I don't know personally how I could answer
Accept that I would love them both.
The book you're reading very insightful,
I do clear my mind, my inner self,
But one thing remains,
Is that heartbeat that was given to me?
That reminds me of who I am, human.
I long for touch that gathers my energy
And given the chance to be shown who I am,
My soul is infinity,
My ego has been proven a chain,
And that chain is broken.
My will is infinity
Because I see vastness of the world, can you convey?
A mothers love is without compare
It will not fail under the hardest test
She gives all but always has to spare
Judgment is witheld from her stare
She knows your situation isn't a jest
A mothers love is without compare
Even when she's hurt she will care
You're never a burden, never a pest
She gives all, but always has to spare
A long speech she won't prepare
Mom always knows what is best
A mothers love is without compare
Unconditinal love is so extremely rare
Mom is never counted among the rest
She givees all, but always has to spare
The judging father had better beware
A Prodigal son, by his mother, blessed
A mothers love is without compare
She gives all, but always has to spare
The Queen Of Emeralds.
Thy mothers name is victoria! So full of strength and love!
Thy mothers voice is that of a songbird, spirit is of queen of storms.
Thy mothers net is one of safety, not just for me and my siblings, however strong enough for all children of the sea.
Thy mothers passion is of furious pain that paints the sky red of dawn's light to twilight dusk!
Thy mothers tears nature and bring forth growth from the frey!!!
Thy mothers love is of nurturement, tiss has the ability to heal even the most detested wounds.
Thy mother can fly with the wrights and right almost any wrong!
Thy mother has predilections of a tigress! Not one of you may touch us or hurt us without the strike of her hammer!
Thy mothers breath is warm as a hearth and her heart furious like a valkyrie!
Thy mother can turn women into men and men into children and back again!
Thy mothers beauty is as the fountain of youth and never stops giving even when drained dry!
Thy mothers heart is her children that to which i am first of eight!
Thy mothers strength is our unity, my siblings and I, we are her song of storms.
My mothers legacy is us and we are each one of her. Don't mess with us, we can breathe nightmares, not just dreams.
Thy mothers reflections are we, and are her, she is me and i am one of many together we are rain amongst her lightning.
Thy love is for thy mother and my brothers and sister! Happy mothers day mom! Your breath ,your strength, your everything is ours and we are yours, we make legions from your womb.
Thank you mama from our hearts to yours, for air we breathe, for earth we walk, for fire in our hearts, for water you nurtured us with, and for being able to be one with you no matter where we are, we are legions we are one!
~Benjamin luke Aguas
What is a mother’s love?
It was stripped from me,
Pain is in my heartbeat,
This sorrows me,
Never again
I trust love,
A faint trauma that wakes me
From my slumber where I lay
An echo in my soul, mind, heart, my being
What is a mother’s love?
Unconditional people say,
But does that make sense to me?
Can anyone explain why it doesn't make sense?
I have grown weary and I found the answer
Doubts that can stain a child when growing
Up to an adult,
Fear, Pain, Lust, Love, Trust,
Blindly Opening the door to it
The gentleness that has been taken away from me
Saddens me
Books can convey words, but not emotions of the soul
Not the argument of the mind,
It falls in humanity, because I am human I learn
I learned that learning is the key to knowing,
But not all emotional learning comes from knowledge
Thinking sorrows and the answer lies
It changes with each person,
That is confusing
But one thing is that a key of learning is
Listening to each other’s words,
And that people that needs to be listened to
Like to hear the simple less things and that softness of words
The gentleness of hope never needs questioning
What is a Mother’s Love?
A mix of a mothers love and fathers's fight
Her sense of humor brought the light
In my complicated dark world of e
She OD me with her love and tells me to shut my mouth
Am i not high enough?
Naive maybe because she's young
Only 17 when she fell in love
With I who never believed in such
Tinkerbell, i called her that
She played fool all her life
But i swear tinker was smart
With a touch of finesse she stole my heart
But commitment isn't where i shine
Broken in my feelings i let her ride
She said goodbye
Unique in her own ways
We connected just in 3 days
Couldn't belive my eyes when i set them on her first
Her sweet voice and the chubby cheeks were the quench to my love thirst
Unexpectedly she left me dry
She also said i was high enough she said goodbye
Sad how love dies
Deep in my feelings even drugs cant pull me
High enough
I was lonely through the days
Tears and heartache came my way
Every time I thought of you
And the sorrow I went through
Other girls had moms who cared
But I was fragile and scared
Never knowing love or hugs
Only torture that would tug
At me all the time
Love of the abusive kind
Bruises on me from your fists
I never asked or wanted this
I saw other children's smiles
Stretched out arms held the a while
With happiness I could see
On their faces but not me
My smile never came around
I love you was not a sound
My ears and heart ever heard
Only mean and hurtful words
That a child shouldn't hear
Why did I have to live in fear
I was small and on my own
With the hatred you have shown
How could you be badly cruel
What did I ever do to you
My mind could never comprehend
How your heart could only send
Negativity and badness
Living my whole life in sadness
The Empty house sits alone, no one home anymore, if it could talk, would we be sad…. weeds are growing in the front where roses, flower tulips once bloomed, tended to by a sweet mom of four boys, who hands of motherly love..
As you enter the front door, you sense the emptiness of the home, come in and have a seat, glance around the walls, you will be comforted by Our Savior’s face on the walls.
The kitchen is bare, only nick nacks gathered up over years and years of Christian fun family gatherings, where many home cooked meals were prepared.. with a mothers love of 4 hungry boys and a dear loving hardworking father, husband enjoyed his sons company as well as town folk, friends gathered as well, his loving memory is truly felt in this Empty house..
The kitchen table once covered in Christmas sugar cookies, many board games, laughter, brotherly, family wise cracks jokes were told, now is full of bills, old magazines never read.
The Empty House may be empty of four boys and two loving parents who became like family to me, but you can see, feel, hear their voices, laughter, smiles, brotherly love in its walls, photos and on the walls…
Soft brown eyes with sharp tongue
Meaning to distract the dumb
A little warning before a slap
Hard knocks hard life traps
Lots of love when you are ill
Prayers hugs and home cooked meal
Long black stares when you act up
Quick glare with action follow up
Eating less so kids eat more
Needing blessing cause it fell on the floor
Home is warm not rich or poor
Middle class until we pay the Lord
Tithes a tenth or feel her wrath
Need consent in church to laugh
At a joke meant for the mature
Holy Ghost will keep us pure.
She wears name brand from the thrift
But yours is new and a purchased gift
She loves hard makes it easier for you
Praying to God as mothers do.