Mothers are devoted to their children from birth,
When their offsprings are in pain,
Mothers also hurt,
Social graces are thrown out the door quickly
especially when their children are treated poorly,
All their power and wrath become unleashed
to protect their children from charlatans and
thieves,
They will rearrange places,
shutdown cities if someone
treats their children shabbily,
A mothers rationality goes out
the window,
if their children are plagued with
bullyism and innuendos,
Children can always depend on their
mothers putting all worries to an end,
even if they have to turn
themselves into super heroes,
They will not give up until they
eradicate all their childrens' woes.
IN THE LOVING MEMORY OF MARTHA LAVERNE GOLLIHUGH/FULLER
DIED/08/06/2008
BORN12/07/1926
"HEAVEN 2008"
My mother has passed and went to heaven.
Left on this earth her children of seven.
One left early when he was small.
Now he's in heaven grown big and tall.
She has left this world and hasn't been gone long.
We will feel the hurt and pain but we'll stay strong.
You will be remembered and missed on your way to heaven.
Sending her our love and kisses her children of seven.
Teresa Skyles/Fuller 08/08/08
A mother of 7 children
19 granchildren
45 great granchildren
4 great-great granchildren
The chimney stands alone
A relic of what once had been known
The home had stood here filled with love
Many promises and hard work made use of
The children went away to different lives
Some better, some worse, some just survived
But none wanted to perserve
The inheritance of the past, the future conserve
The chimney stands alone
Still radiating what once shone
Family gathered around close
Loving, eating the meal that was chose
The chimney stands alone
It glowed in the night with warmth shown
Children studied lessons by the flame
Mother read to them the "Bible" about God's name
Now, now the chimney stands alone
The children won't come home
Dad is gone on to his reward
Mom lives only in their memories
The chimney stands alone
A relic of the past gone
(This is the way that this was given to me from somewhere after seeing a chimney standing
alone on the road that I live. I have gone by that chimney day after day. Then one day I
saw it. I have written the same poem in another form but this is what I was given from the
somewhere. Which do you think is the better of the two? The other is called "The Chimney".)
Ode to Mother
Mothers are the greatest
Mothers are the love,
That children hold the dearest
Mothers overlook the things
That children often do
That’s why Mother, we
Sing this song to you.
We hold you in the deepest
Section of our heart.
And show you, Mother, that we love you
And with you we’d never part
Although we never tell you
Somehow we need for you to know
That the friend we sometimes need,
Is found in you indeed.
Our friendship is one that
Blossoms from a bud
And flourishes into what
A daughter calls a MOM
By: Nena Enriquez