Wrinkles caress her face.
A child emerges from within.
Smile straight from her heart.
Advice given from wisdom.
Enjoy your life when you are young.
Never just sit around doing nothing.
Someday you will be old like me.
Wanting to branch out, seeing the world.
I never went to far from home.
Never got to experience life.
I gave it up made some sacrifices.
Felt smothered with great remorse.
Had to work two jobs.
Never got to see the joy.
Took care of an ailing man.
Kids drove me crazy with wants.
Now I am alone and old.
I can barely walk.
But in these last few months,
I find even now, I can have fun.
A trip to the zoo with my grandson.
The first in over thirty years.
Antique mall shopping,
with my newest friend.
Now I can have luncheons out.
I have a favorite spot.
Now on my Senior discount.
It does not cost much at all.
I can sleep as long as I want.
Do not have to wake at a certain time.
I only have me to answer too.
No more do I have to live the grind.
So with all that I am, I do hope.
My children will see before it is too late.
Get out and experience what life has to offer.
Because someday you will be like me.
The day I opened my eyes to embrace breathing life
Her unconditional love followed like a shadow rife
Without knowing how to talk and explain my heart
She was the only one to give life a meaningful start
Conditions when turned bad with scarcity to survive
Fought alone for living so that I never face any strive
Each millisecond struggled alone at work and home
Giving me a good life bothering not for health of own
Everyone says their Mother is the best in the world
For me a Goddess from a realm above material Earth
Virtues taught made me humane more than human
Enlightened inner soul making capable for creation
She is my Mother, Mentor, Friend and sweet Sister
Made me to live life being motivated even in sinister
I am blessed to write about a blessing one in a million
Fumbling for words since her love is infinite in a trillion
No one is a match similar to her
She stands in the wind like a motionless stone
She stands the pain no one can stand
She cries to God, prays & reads
She is so good so unlike me though
I can never live the life she had & stay alive
She is like a white dot in this black world
She tries to forget, she tries to start again
But some people just can’t understand her torture
I try to support her as much as I can
But at the end, I have no effect
With all of this darkness, can I make it all go away?
I wish she had a peaceful life like other had
I’ll blame myself for being alive
If only just dad could understand her pain
He’d know after all is too late that this is the best wife
Anyone could ever imagine!
I love her so much, I wish anyone would listen
To the love & sadness she had been through
I blame my dad for every tear that had fallen
Oh I’m sure some magic spell had changed him
Why is this life so a cursed pain
I hate everything that happens here!
If only I had an arrow, I’d throw it right into that man’s face
So he’d know he’s the worst creature ever made!!!
You Held my hand when I was weak.
You held me close when I would weep.
My mother, and my best friend.
You protect me from the sorrows and hardships that often in life descend.
You made me all that I am
An artist, a poet, and a loving friend.
You brightened my hopes for a better tomorrow
Your influence on my life is extraordinary.
You assure me of my talents, my potential and inner and outer beauty
Even when my face is streaked from mud or other impurities.
You are the fire that drives my courage
and the best person to sit down with a glass of red wine to discuss life with.
Happy Mothers Day
To the creator of this writer.
To mother Pearl with roses
Who loves not lies nor poses
Dislikes neighbors that’s nosy
Likes good weather that’s rosy
Mom is a very good cook
Cooks from scratch not from a book
In cookbooks she never looks
Cook’s lessons she never took
Momma Pearl now eighty three
Hoes her own garden you see
Has her own freedom to be
An amazing Cherokee
Bothered not by who you are
She still chauffeur’s her own car
Believes work, we all must bear
Works for elderly health care
Believes, healthy, wealthy and wise
Means, living life without disguise
Loves not neighbor’s unwholesome lies
But help’s him remove from his guise
Her motto, don’t you be cheated
Living character defeated
With a love that is depleted
A change in your life is needed
This poem I give, mother Pearl
To thee your rose, while in this world
You’ve never been a party girl
Desired not give the world a whirl
Hester Pearl’s rose, not of this world!
For: My Own Living Mother
Sponsored by: Rambling Poet
Placed # 11
Just when I thought that I knew them all
One tumbled forth from a careless tongue
I’m left a bit stunned, not sure how to feel
About this bit of knowledge revealed
I have known that I almost wasn’t to be
And that Providence ultimately played its hand
But, what I didn’t know until late yesterday
Is that I was to be adopted, for being unplanned
My mother admitted that she didn't think
She could handle more children; she'd already had four
But in the delivery room changed her mind
And decided she'd keep my twin brother and me
I’m left wondering how my life would have been
If I had been raised by somebody else
My life wasn’t easy, was a struggle, in fact
But if all that were different, then I wouldn't be "Me"
It seems odd that I now own this silent ache
For it makes no difference to me in the end
Still, there it is-- the hollow, pervasive pang
In my chest as I ponder this old/new truth
Mother died at the honorable age of one hundred and one
Born a Gemini, she died under a different constellation
So familiar to us, her old life was different from everyone
Without frills, pale pretences or any mental augmentation
Mother was real, and she understood what I never forgave
In her. All my life I wanted her to claim her material rights,
To consume her pride on something defiant of the grave
Of father that bequeathed her a wounded gourd with blights;
To marshal us a promise that we could not see in our gift.
All my life outside the edge of her experience I’ve yearned
To castle her pedigree on the status of hope’s starved thrift
And yet every offering I brought by her shrine was spurned.
She had her wealth invested where nothing rust, and life
For her was all she was giving to us. It was a strange gift
The legacy she bequeathed us, and sometimes her truths knife
Sorrows to our dreams, burden with no wind or song to lift
Us from our extremes. Mother’s wealth was her children
And for each of us again her God would empty his heaven.
My heart is seized in terror
as you flutter through my mind
running headlong through a minefield
to its dangers you seem blind.
I've lost my mother, father, brother,
will I also lose my child?
How can life be so cruel,
why must life be such a trial?
My prayers are always answered,
but the answer's always "no,"
my sanity is fragile,
I can't take another blow,
Until you are a parent,
you will never know true fear.
Can you take me, instead, Lord?
'Cause I'd gladly volunteer.
©Danielle White
Taking a life before it begins,
Not knowing what harm it will come from it,
Killing an innocent soul,
Not letting it live,
Never to experience life at all,
Never letting it smile,
Never letting it walk or crawl,
It's not his or her fault you messed up,
Don't blame it for your dumb mistakes,
You never give and take,
You took it's precious life away,
and now it can't come back,
You were right not to become a mom,
Because you don't deserve the happiness it could bring,
It didn't have anything to do with the way it was made,
So that baby could not be the blame,
If your life is messed up real bad,
Tell that to the baby's dad,
If your life isn't what you thought it would be,
Tell everyone so they can see,
The most horrible person in theworld,
You didn't just kill a diamond you killed a pearl
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