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 of my mother
Is the strongest love of all.
Yes , mothers are God’s angels
She is my angel too
That’s why I love her so much
And miss her loving touch.
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 you bore a loser that is always defeated, giving nothing but disgrace.
A Saint,
How come something that's supposed to be of you have turned out so viscous, cruel and unkind?
But the real question is,
How can someone as perfect as you beget a monster like me?
I take
her hand in mine
and guide her down the street.
Will my daughter take my hand too, one day?
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
loose in the soul.
I learned to fold myself
like laundry she forgot in the
washer.
I wanted her wanting
but sne wanted drugs.
I wasent the drugs was
he child and i needed
her but
She needed them.
Now I carry mommy
In my Jaw in
in dreams
In the way I panic in someone
Says "mommy”
by alisia bentley
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 that wraps and lifts
a tide unbroken
it cradles the heart within
steadies the faltering steps
Such love needs not touch—
it listens, watches, imbibes
hovering in care
joining two hearts together
with spirit of motherhood
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 interrupt her breath
into her child's new lungs,
and a simple harmony sang
She's now a bee to become....
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 how to be caring and bold,
As well as how to be a good mother.
Unconditional love never gets old –
Even my siblings support each other.
And so I watch these traits in my children,
and in their babes, again it is written.
‘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 someone so smart and stunning.
Time continues to pass so fast for me.
You became an adult and now mother.
You turned me into a bragging Nonni
with a perfect princess now to nurture.
I watch with amazement; the years go by.
Holding memories, I can only try.
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 cruelest of fate
As I watch you this way
The role of a mother
To prepare for this day
To live and to love
And to help you be free
Able and strong
For a life without me
I'll wistfully see
All the days in my mind
Of watching you growing
To your own special kind
I'll wistfully dream
Of the days I won't see
When I will be gone
From this entity
I promise I'll stay
In your heart and your mind
In the love that you share
Forever entwined
I will watch over you
Until my last breathe
The love is still with you
It does not fear death
It lives on in the sun
The wind and the rain
It lives on in the thoughts
Which consume your brain
It lives on in your eyes
As you see through the years
It lives on in your spirit
And softens your tears
Know that I'm there
When you need me to be
To comfort and guide you
To set yourself free
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 me ~
mama loved me
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 what aging’s all about.”
I said, “You’ve worked and cared, as mothers should.
Your strong but gentle hands made life so good!
With smiles and hugs for all your family,
you made us safe and happy as could be.
Again I say, about these hands I hold,
they're beautiful, and you are good as gold.”
When the sun bloomed
And the bougainvillea blossomed
And her cheeks unfurled
Into a long smile
At sunset,
I had her in my arms;
I knew her.
When the whales sprayed silhouettes,
And the fishermen made their bets;
Porpoise stitched the sea
Into a sunset dress
For her to wear at the dance
That night after we argued
About strangers.
(And please don’t talk to them
And don’t drink
And don’t dally about
And don’t be someone else
I don’t know.)
Don’t be a stranger
When you come home
when the sun rises,
Blooming.
You’re gentle, judgemental,
A freak in sheep’s disguise
Yet in some ways you’re burdened by self sacrifice,
You’re obsessive, compulsive,
Afraid to let me go
You’re afraid of what’s left of you,
If you have not my hand to hold
You know I love you,
But it’s time to move on
Take a fall, and crash out, if I’m wrong
Be scared, I’ll hold you,
If again our paths may intertwine,
Someday you’ll see me smile,
But now is not your time
So I guess we have little left to say,
But happy hurt day,
Let’s eat our heart ache
We’ll bake ‘till we can’t feel
Lind’s eat your cupcake,
Made out of mistakes
Let’s wrap up what’s concealed
‘Cause it’s your birthday,
But not anymore
Since you chose the hurt held door
So happy hurt day,
Look, I baked you cupcakes
Blow out your candles,
Close the door
My Mother's Daughter
No one listened to me
No body finds me
No one fought for me
No one took a stand
I slept in a strange land
awaken a stranger
I cried a river
the steaming tears
dancing with the undulating water
reveals a saddened reflection
mirroring my world
sweeping me back to yesteryear
This is for the sleepless nights you spent
thinking 'bout life's ups and downs and in betweens
For the efforts you continuously exert, though unseen
For the hungry stomach you choose to ignore
Just so on our plate you could put more
This is for the silent tears you have cried
For days when no one seems to be on your side
For the words you want to shout but chose to keep in your heart
For trying to keep things together, though it tears you apart
For being soft but yet sturdy and strong
For making me feel, I always belong
For setting aside your youth so I could enjoy mine
For your sweet smile even during the toughest of times
This is for your courage amidst your fears
For choosing joy despite the tears
This is for the battle you've won over the years
This is for you mom. Cheers!
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