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Loving was mother’s hand that convinced me to understand
To give was better to than to receive, this I do believe
For life is no bed of roses for a weary head that opposes
What man unjustly delivers even to trusting givers.
Compassion was mother’s rule, to never be cruel
Or make fun of others including sisters and brothers
Get along even if you are wrong, it will make you strong
For good is might, be polite and don’t fight, no matter who’s right.
Mother’s hand was gentle and kind that would often remind
When you stepped out of line with a swat on your behind
She loved you still even until her days’ end she did fulfill
Never to forget her affection and her bonding connection.
Often mother would make me laugh for my sake on her behalf
When I was down and out she turned my world about
Made me smile even for a while, with her words she did beguile
Stern with a heart made of gold, never cold, a perfect mold.
She often guided my dream whether or not it was extreme
Letting me decide before I tried and before my worlds did collide
Getting me to see what was there for me and what could be
If I took the road where rivers flowed and avoid carrying a heavy load.
Mother instilled a character of kindness without social blindness
Always respect the older generation they are our foundation
They had interesting stories to tell that would impel a lasting relation
With such imagination and non-stop conversation with no reservation.
Mother’s hand is with me still, to this day until we meet again
Her thoughts follow my heart, in my art; I know we are never apart
Her words are what I write; she’s never far, or out of sight
She has left these gifts for free, so others can see her soul in me.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Second Place Winner ~ "Life's Personal Impressive Meanings” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Freeman
April 1, 2010
Time tells secrets to a heart so small,
Following our leaders to learn to stand tall.
In my story I start with love,
From a mother who cared before all else, far above,
Caring for each child day to day,
Holding a bigger picture unfolding into astray,
As she became unhappy with her spouse,
Keeping it to herself, so sly, so quiet, like a mouse.
Then words were said and put into print,
You’d think my father would have had a hint.
As here is where the secrets became known,
As the affections weren’t there to be shown.
My family above all else was broken,
When we sat in a room and unforgettable words were spoken.
Spilling the secret of another path,
I’ll leave it to you to do the math.
So my life went on as changes became reality,
Knowing what was the truth-was actuality.
I stepped up standing by my mothers side,
Holding in my heart anything but pride.
The heart to a young woman like me,
Felt as if I were on a shopping spree.
A spree that gave me a new look at life,
As this new man started calling mom his wife,
As this is where the cold heart begins,
All starting with a lie-a sin.
A sin to never cheat in a marriage,
Everyone looked down at her with disparage.
As I was pushed out of her heart,
Although, I was there from the start.
Two families became one,
And I was told if I wasn’t in her new family in fit of her puzzle,
Then I was out of the house, I was done.
Starting my new life without my mom,
Has been a story of its own as the secrets out- having me feel like a bomb,
A bomb in which explodes everyday with no words,
I’ll go on without the touch of my mother,
Flying away to find someone to care-feeling as high as the birds.
The birds that are flying south for winter,
Hoping the weather will get better and her heart will care more about me, and a
little less about her new sir.
If only we could keep them,
Insulated from the world,
As protected as those first nine months,
When beneath our hearts they’re curled.
We would keep at bay, intruders,
Who would separate our child,
From the safety of our loving arms,
Where his life is undefiled.
But a mother only has him,
To herself a short, short while,
Until temptations find the way,
Her sweet child to beguile.
So while he’s small, she’ll teach him,
The very best she can
And pray that he’ll remember,
‘Til he grows into a man.
For a mother’s love is strong enough,
To stretch across the years,
Even though sometimes the road is paved
With sorrows and with tears.
So all you sons of mothers,
And all dear daughters too.
Though the world may turn against you,
There’s one place you can turn to.
Though it be in memory only,
There’s the safe spot that you knew,
Where protected by your mother.
Not a thing could trouble you.
Turn once again to childhood,
And remove that heavy yoke.
Recall the sound of your mother’s voice,
And the loving words she spoke.
Try once more to remember them,
And the wisdom they impart.
For no truer words were ever heard,
Than those from your mother’s heart.
By: Joyce Johnson
She carried you with anxiety into her heavy womb,
and listened that gentle heartbeat...
much quiter than a drum's beat;
alone to hear your baby's voice in the silent room!
Love and sacrifice that's what the word, " Mother " means
to any small heart which is fully loved, but still weak;
and her warm hands never tiring of cuddling and touching...
will, indeed, protect you from many harms coming!
And didn't her ever-sweet eyes move away from your cosy crib,
to tend to those infant's needs with life-giving milk?
and before her lullaby ended, you rushed to sleep...
being watched over by the love' angel to weave your first dream!
Little darling, with eyes reflecting the color she herself owns,
how excited she gets when you stare at her and wiggle your toes!
Little darling, struggling to say the words , " I love you, mommy! "
your expression is enough to make her proud and happy!
Love and sacrifice are sacred words that outweight the cost,
and devotion and dedication are the bonds she can't break;
adorable one, she'll guide you down your dark path
with the wisdom's light, so that you may never be lost!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew crisci
Even if I did not take it
I would still love to hear
The advice of my dear mother
Oh how I wish she was near.
I would love to pick up the phone
and hear her voice at the other end.
The kind words of my mother
brings comfort to the confusion within.
During the storms of life
she helps me to weather every storm.
Oh how I long to be near mother
and rest safely within her arms.
It’s during these times of struggles
Oh how I miss her so much.
Years and years of her teaching
it certainly pulls at the heart
To hear her words of wisdom
it keeps pulling my heart apart.
Just watching tv and see's a young lady pick up the phone to call her mother for advice.
It sent chills down my spine.
I would like to take a moment,
as theres something I must do,
To show appreciation,
and a love thats strong and true,
for a very special person,
who I couldnt live without,
a lady who brings warmth and light,
whenever shes about.
The importance of this woman,
cant be told with words alone,
but the words that are not spoken,
in my mind are set in stone,
Shes the glue that holds together,
All the pieces of my life,
A mother like no other,
A treasure of a wife.
I count my blessings every day,
I know luck is on my side,
To have this special woman,
AS my mother and my guide,
my teacher and protector,
Never thinking of herself,
Doing everything to guarantee,
My happiness and health.
My debt to her is endless,
As shes done so much for me,
This small token of affection,
Is so everyone can see,
Easily unnoticed,
In the bustle of the crowd,
A woman so amazing,
Its no wonder im so proud.
Words are just words and are
often too used
Taken for granted and overly
abused
But what if our actions we
mean to show good
End in destruction and not as
they should
When making you proud seems
harder every day
These are the things to you I
must say…
Mom, I am sorry. I wish you
could see
My dream is for you to be
proud of me
But the harder I tried to put a
smile on your face
Again I would fail and remain a
disgrace
I know it’s not you whose
expectations were high
They were mine that I placed
though not knowing why
I guess to make up for all I’ve
done wrong
It’s clear to me now that may
take way too long
So here are my words to you
they hold true
If I fall I’ll get up as long as I
have you
I long for the skill of an artist,
To paint like the great Raphael,
To show as would Michaelangelo,
A beauty that words cannot tell.
I watch as she bends over her infant
With a love too great to contain,
For a child more dependant and helpless
Than when in her womb it had lain.
She could have posed for the Madonna,
Her profile as pure as a saint's.
This utter devotion she has to this child,
Can't be shown by canvass and paints.
I must strive with inadequate words
To portray this mother and child,
To show beauty so sweet and ethereal,
The world, as I am, is beguiled.
Can a love like this is be captured
In a painting or in words written down?
This purest passion ever created
Is what makes the world go around.
I never new I could cry of joy
Something too far in the distance
With only hatred by myside
I choose the closest one almost everytime
But there it is black and white
I hold back not letting my weak crevests show through
There it is
Past on two pieces of papers
Seen through your two eyes
I don't know wheather I should quince in the past
Or to smile it's over
Something that seems so immposible for you
I want you too have it so bad
I have no advice
There's nothing you can do
What would I do if we ever lost you
Your words bring tears to my eye
To be part of your spark of joy
Getting back when you still desvere so much more
There in black in white
Your words show a part of my tear
Form:
So many times I wished to write about them
but never had the courage to lift a pen,
could words ever describe their smiles
specially when they're hiding a surprise,
could words ever describe the joy
I feel, when they hug me tight,
could words ever describe my pride
when they walk up to receive a prize,
could words ever describe how my heart breaks
when they fall, yet pretend to be brave,
I could never put in words the prayer I say
each time they leave home for school or play,
could words ever describe the warmth I feel
when I stand by the bed and watch them sleep,
arguing, talking, crying, laughing being together
words could never describe the joys of being a mother...