Son Mother Poems

Submitted Dec. 9, 2022


Wooed by the Spirit's Immaculate Grace,
The Blessed Virgin Mary couldn't say 'No.'
(She could've, but the Incarnate Embrace
let her instantly love Baby Jesus,...

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I built a new stand for my mom
A pine tree was into my palms

It was for our shoes
And also boots too

Did all the work till...

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My mother is like the ocean
She gives a lot of devotion

So around her neck
I put pearls perfect

For all her heart's emotion

Syllables:

8,8,8
5,5...

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your life wasn't easy  
I was nine that morning
your battered face
you said you ran into 
a clothesline pole
but it was a tank
the same one...

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To My Wonderful Sons

Life is not perfect, and most of the time it's unfair, but the days I had my boys, I had not another...

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Your titles bring me reverie,
but even so,
a unique "you" helps me on every
path I go...

Our Lady of Good Counsel? Sure,
please assist!
Sweetest Mama Mary, most pure?
I...

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Calm the nurture 
calm the nurture 
Ease the burdens Lord
 comes the nurture
 comes the nurturer
 single alone but as you keeping her whole
She's the...

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A bum rap the disheveled prisoner claims
Clamoring about in his padded cell
Unable to recall the women he maims,
He made their lives a living hell.
Lumbering about...

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Harriet Harris circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005

untimely death sentence ordained 
approximately six months prior 
to mother dearest celebrating 
her seventieth birthday,
though...

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This is the time of the first sunrise
When light self-born came as a helpless babe

With hands to wipe away Mary’s tears
And to wipe away seas...

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Swaying tall and pliant
like lanky-legged teenage girls,
flashing eyes as blue as any
July summer’s sky, they wave
me down (I’d like to think)
to stop and pick them...

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The tale I tell is about three brothers
All three of them had different mothers
All three had the same dad
One thing still made them sad
They each...

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Fifty years ago today, on this National Holiday,
I was busy laboring away..
At the tender age of twenty-two God blessed
me with a son, Matthew..
Heaven opened up...

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Here lies a mother and son.
She died at twenty-one
he on being born.
 
Death took both away
in a single day.

She lost a son who never grew,
he...

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The Angel of Death skims blacker than tar
A skeletal knock overturning a bowl of oats
Smelling of frankincense and ashes
To carry you to a yellow field...

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