Mother Daughter Poems

Mothers love

Warmer than the summer sun 
Softer than the breeze 
Sweeter than a rose in bloom
My mother’s all of these’s . 

My mother always stood by me 
Throughout my childhood years 
She would always be around me 
If I would shed a tear. 

She would always pick me up 
No matter when I fall
Because the love

NEVER LIKE THE ONE I COME FROM

An Angel,
How could you breathe life into someone so twisted, rotten to the core?

A Beauty,
How can something that came from you be so ugly, inside and out?

A Queen,
A calamity your face sits on a peasant, so unworthy of your image.

A Warrior, 
How can an offspring of yours be this weak and pathetic?

A Champion, 
A shame

With a gentle hand Mystic

                              I take 
                      

My Maajaan

The desire of a clouded sky is to wash away pain of the earth,
Regardless of it’s elaborate discomfort and darkness full of pain.
A motherly affection desires to root out the sources of pain and smoothen the rough path of life,
Willingly being the ocean that submerges all the agony of an innocent heart.
Just as the tears

Inheritance

my mommys love was a loves room I knocked until my Knuckles bruised.
she taught me Silence like a bed time song, and bitterness in breakfast. 

Her hugs were shark -skin 
smooth if you dont move 
but alisia moved 
alisia always moved

She gave me her tired
like a hand-me down sweater 
too tight in the chest 

With A Gentle Hand - Mystic

With soft touch of hands
mother smooths creases of fear—
folding in embrace
touching quivering candle
fingers humming haunting hymns

Love requires no hands
it invents its own language—
wing, beak, paw and lick
a body curled up to care
whispers —'you're safe'

Whales cuddle up close
dolphins ring rosy halos
seals seek safe harbors
penguins bow against the wind
birds soothe with beaks and feather

Love without fingers
a current

MORE THAN A SOFT TOY

MORE THAN A SOFT TOY 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Raggedy Ann with her patchwork heart,
more than soft cotton, calico, embroidery, and yarn,
a doll created with Mother's love,
stitched together with gentle hands.

Her gray button eyes understood my childhood world,
her red yarn hair meticulously combed,
her smile eternally stoic, 
her face bore the promise of a forever friend.

She walked with me to

the bee to become

I'll be free to kind-ness of daisies
gently trembling through the void,
and the softness of  held hands
which are offering raisins,
without a trick of quicksand.
There's seeds that has a need
of watering & the showering,
Grows into roses with its thorns
defense mechanism vulnerability
can be sweet and leave you torn.
A mother cradles her newborn
and will show her teeth
if you

Made of you

I am made by the traits you gave to me – 
Creating a person happy to know.
Independence and strength and loyalty,
Come from my mother who did truly show

There is importance to education,
And you made sure to provide me the best. 
Creating in me a strong foundation
And for that I will be forever blessed.

You taught me

Time flies

‘Twas just yesterday I learned about joy. 
You became mine and I became yours – 	 
so happy for a girl instead of boy.	 
An instant love bonded us to the core. 
 
Seconds, hours, days and years quickly fly.
Crawling and talking, walking and running – 		
you grew so fast, past hijinks and lies, 
into

A Mothers Love

I will watch over you 
Till my dying day
I'll nurture and cherish 
The times that we play 

The times when I read 
Of adventures to come
As I tuck you in bed 
And you suckle your thumb 

I will watch over you 
As you learn how to live
To become independent 
From the knowledge I give 

The

BLOODLINE ECHOES

I walk with a weight that I never quite chose,
But somehow it fits, like the thorn on a rose.
The pain and the beauty, they bloom just the same—
Two sides of a story that whisper my name.

Born of a mother whose roots ran so deep,
But stolen at birth in a silence that still weeps.
They called it

Mama Hiku

down on the floor
hands and feet would lift me ~
i was a plane

blew up balloons
she made me animals ~
i was dazzled

taught me stitches
loved skilled embroidery ~
i was craft sown

drew paper dolls
sketched with clothes to cut out ~
i was prized fun

read tales aloud
fueled my fantasies ~
i was book hooked

spent time with me
shared skills and joys with

ECHOES PIERCE THE SILENCE

ECHOES PIERCE THE SILENCE*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I open the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pinking shears, the pins, the tattered, tomato-shaped pincushion, and spools of thread.  I gaze at the metal spool-shaped bobbins remembering how, as a small child, I flushed them down

With a Gentle Hand -- Mystic

This scene occurred just days before she died.
Somehow I made it through before I cried.

While pale and weak, eyes closed, in bed she lay,
I thought of all the things I longed to say.

I whispered “Beautiful" and kissed each hand.
Confused, Mom said, "What? I don’t understand.”

“Your HANDS,” I said. She answered, “They’re worn out
and wrinkled. That’s

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