Art Mom Poems

Story of a sapling mom 

A storm wind comes and throws the seed away;
The seed survives 
Longs for the rain patiently 
The sky one day...

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The primal word I spoke at life's start,
Not golden arches, but love's universal art.
'Ma' echoes in cultures diverse,
Symbolizing eternal motherhood, a cosmic verse.

In her embrace,...

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She sits still, yet she travels. How?
Her mind travels when she stitches, 
But not the way that others do when traversing the world.  
Surely...

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A single mom, strong and brave,
Navigating life with love to pave.
With a heart full of determination,
She faces challenges without hesitation.

She wears many hats, all at...

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The Greasy Saddle Resturant and Night Club!
I blushed as I conceeded: she wished to name her nightclub "The Greasey Saddle". I had been seduced and...

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I
You have a vivid mind, heart, vocabulary
A lover of God, I make excuses (true, right)
Yes, South Africa fails us in electricity
Still, Shakespeare worked by candlelight

II
I...

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Love lies in mother's pure anger;
Enough is in store in her hunger....

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Happy to know you
With God in you, I am humbled to be
The best of mine to handle my blue
And of trust in me
I learnt how...

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She came from that special tribe of women
whose hands have six fingers each.
Fingers that appear a blur of agitation
chattering amongst themselves 
in a language I...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Such an encouraging tweet
Of course from my mom sweet

Has just made my day
I will surely make hay

For mother is the strongest warrior
Besides being the energy...

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Made by my daughter, to showcase me,
a round locket- that holds small charms:
books in honor of my poems, sunflower,
a sewing machine, art palette, loved cat,
my...

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Such a sweet tweet from you
Well it's just out of blue

How I cherish you can't guess
For you're my mommee ace

Want to see you in modern...

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Nucleotidings
by Michael R. Burch

“We will walk taller!” said Gupta,
sorta abrupta,
hand-in-hand with his mom,
eyeing the A-bomb.

“Who needs a mahatma
in the aftermath of NAFTA?
Now, that was a...

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