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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
Should a winter's frigid sky
be as clear as the coolest spring day?
Peaceful is Nature with its frosted, naked trees
that the lightest breeze won't make swing,
I hear their lament, " Long is winter, short are the days! "
Why has the purple finch stopped warbling?
Mom walks in carrying a paper bag full of groceries,
my sisters run to greet her, everybody's eyes sparkle:
chocolate bunnies, gummies and crayons,
pens, pencils and notebooks, apples, cherries
and red grapes from California in the middle
of December, but do they like an afternoon with a frozen sky
that is beautiful to watch from windows? Who likes to stay inside
when no ice covers the lawn...when restrictions don't apply?
How sad is to see only pines from where the last robin flew
unable to save her nest, but was able to escape with her little one!
How nostalgic is to think of spring missing sunshine
and meadows with their wild smell and gleaming morning dew...
while the red-breasted robins catch insects, not butterflies!
Yes, all children love to pick fragrant wild flowers,
yes, all mothers love them when they're given with a big smile;
and who felt that gladness inside more than mom with an embrace?
Written on 7/22/2020
Oh, Lord, might we see another eighty
For one special lady
Her heart filled with life's best parts
Responsible for so many fresh starts
You blessed her with the smarts
To bring you into so many hearts
From the time she was a little girl
She lived in her own world
With God in her heart
She gave her parents a new start
Becoming a young mom, she stood strong
Bringing along an understanding of Gods song
Not a chance or even a slight glance
We would not be schooled in his ways
She has helped many endure the fight
My mom who makes my world so bright
At eighty your such a beautiful lady
You have touched so many
It's not possible to display
What so many feels for you on your 80th birthday
Know we all love you for so many fond memories
Every time I feel a warm breeze
Or I am praying on my knees
I feel a mothers love
She learned from God up above
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
They say a mothers love Is everything You could say Infinite A key ingredient needed For the upbringing of her children
For a black mother Parenthood is a little different There are so many factors to consider Like racism and safety
They have to love their children extra harder Just to hide the noise of all the hatred They spend hours doing our hair just For the school system to say its 'distracting'
A constant battle between love and protection For us They cannot coexist as one It's either be soft And they become naive to the world Or be tough To teach them how to avoid racism It's a constant battle Switching from one to the other Trying to find the perfect balance
Trying to shield our innocence Whilst trying to instill resilience
Trying to make sure that they can always come home Whilst trying to make sure they come home
They may not be perfect But to me thats irrelevant Because when I see all they've been through and all that they've done They are stronger than anyone And their love for us more special Because its tough being a mother But almost impossible to be a black mother A job no one else could possibly do So to all the black moms I love you
Our mothers love was her profession,
A job she could never retire.
in her eyes she held all of her memories,
in her heart, she held all of her fire.
She loved us without any conditions,
In her eyes we could do no wrong.
I will never meet anyone with so much love,
Never met anyone so strong.
You gave us all what we needed,
To help us lead a good life.
I know it might sound a cliche,
But I searched for parts of you in a wife.
Nobody could ever replace you,
It hurts to let you go.
Now your at rest and sleeping
This last thing we want you to know.
We all love and miss you so.
always in our hearts. ***
A human made in God’s image
with noble form, face, eyes, and limbs.
Created species of such form
was not before that time the norm.
Divine experiment it seems
of which we humans only dream.
A creature made, with nature less
would manifest, divine essence.
God, the epitome of love,
resides in heaven up above.
When mothers love those who they wean
God’s trait in man on earth is seen.
God is all-wise, omniscient
Always alert, never remiss.
The variedness of human views,
reveals the mind of God diffused.
God has no beginning or end.
This gift to man He did extend.
Man’s quest to live eternally,
declares God’s trait, in him, still stirs.
Though marred by sin, God’s image shines,
through noble deeds, of various kinds.
When saving grace, invades humans,
their god-like traits shine in sharp view.
Birth of Mothers Love
Up above the clouds so high
angels start to loom.
Excited chatter everywhere
for the baby in your womb.
Only heaven understands
the words the angels say.
But deep inside your heart you know
your baby's on the way.
Fear and joy they both collide
happy tears a mother cries.
When suddenly a brand new light
lights up a mothers eyes.
The baby born and fear subsides
a mothers heart grows bolder.
In the very moment found
when mother gets to hold her.
Blessed by heaven here on earth
blessed by God above.
On the day a baby's born
so is a mothers love.
Edwin C Hofert
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.
He helps the wind to start, he allows the trees to grow
The earth is set to spin only because he states it so
He makes the sun, the rain and storms, he sets the ships to sale
Looks down at all our issues, and still sets a path to make a trail
He helps our food to grow in this old and tired dirt
He places life here on earth and guides them through the hurt
He grew so tired helping, healing, with all this to be true
He came up with a plan, to give a helping hand its due
He would create a loving creature, to help him with these things
Someone kind, and smart and strong, who wouldn’t give up on anything
What are you waiting for; Angel’s get started on this art
She’ll have a gentle touch, this is where we’ll start
We’ll give her arms that hold so tight, but know when to let go
A voice that calms a weary soul, to lift them up and help them grow
Her smile will be heavenly, her eyes will see the best
Her embrace will be so warm, upon her beating chest
Make her a teacher too, give her all the tools she may need
Have her teach them empathy, compassion and the ability to lead
Let her feet move fast, when they are hurt or crying
Make a brain to help her know if they are busy lying
Give her a stomach that tells her when there is something wrong
And a backbone for when they’re will is way too strong
Oh how bright we are, smart and witty, so they thought
We can do this any day, there’s nothing we forgot
They took her to the Lord, so proud and gleeful, thee
He looked her over, but there’s something missing, see
She needs a heart so big so deep to carry pain, joy and fear
To carry all this love, anger and of course every tear
She needs a heart that will sustain a storm, loneliness and pride
But one that will slow down and show a calmer kind of side
My friends, a Mother’s love should be so magnificent, you see
A true second, of course, to no one else but me