Mothers 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

Our Mothers Gave Us Their Names

That quiet-ness,
middle of the night,
insomniac,
sleep as it gets bright
toss turn sides & back....
drift to afternoon wake,
stomach rumbles,
to an oven that bakes,
and is humbling.
The fall is a mind's wrap
of how the co-existence
leaves us in scrambles,
Our mother gave us our names,
and euphoria is always the blame.
Scrambling in dirt and even worse,
Limo carries another hearse

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

Two Pink Lines

Do you remember how excited you would get when you were about to test? Do you remember thinking that maybe if you didn’t look at it till the timer rang, it might be positive. 
Thinking two pink lines meant happiness. Negative after negative, one after the other, month after month. But pain and disappointment still

A black mothers sacrifice

Broken cries diluted the still waters
A mothers pain as she prepares a better life for her daughter
Her bones ached with exhaustion 
Her fractured breathing heavy with guilt 
Buy she knew this was the right decision 

She wraps her baby in a blanket made of love and sacrifice
She hoped these feelings would be carried into her

Gaza's Mothers

In Gaza, the mothers don’t sleep, waiting in darkness, listening to the sky that’s been raining death  -- nothing to inspire a fairy-tale to lull their children to sleep, their ears sharpened to the slightest noise, attuned to the whir of Israeli drones, incessantly circling above.
Every day they are ambushed by grief. 
They sleep

Warriors

Mothers don't let your children
grow up to be soldiers
and march off to battle
without remorse or of course
a thought of regret
to get in the way
boys playing follow the leader
'We're only following orders'
the young may say
yet greed and stupidity
is the name of the game
either for land or in God's name
history has taught nothing
on judging it seems
and trudging

red robins mothers song

red robins eggs are in her nest
as she warbles her mothers song
melody flows from east to west
red robins eggs are in her nest
song birds agree her songs the best
her neighbors gather in a throng
red robins eggs are in her nest
as she warbles her mothers song

What a witch

Label each other,
What a witch! Just like mother,
Genes passed to smother.

Mom And Dad Memories Last

Missing my Parents
Both are gone
Jesus is with me
I am never alone.

Rest my dear Parents
You've done your best
Remembrance in memories
Centuries, Decades, through Destiny
All the rest.

To all the black mothers

They say a mothers love Is everything You could say Infinite A key ingredient needed For the upbringing of her children

For a black mother Parenthood is a little different There are so many factors to consider Like racism and safety

They have to love their children extra harder Just to hide the noise of all the

Happy Mothers Day

sometimes in our live 
we experience pure joy
mother with daughters


Inspired by dear lovely friend, Mary Lababidi.

Queen of Emeralds

The Queen Of Emeralds.

Thy mothers name is victoria! So full of strength and love!

Thy mothers voice is that of a songbird, spirit is of queen of storms.

Thy mothers net is one of safety, not just for me and my siblings, however strong enough for all children of the sea.

Thy mothers passion is of furious pain

The Month Of May Is Dedicated To All Mothers

May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of all flowers
May is the month of all Mothers.

Let's celebrate all Mothers
Those who are poor and are living in huts
Those who are rich with fake eyelids
Those who are small with high heels
Those who are lofty in a giant pair of trousers
Those

Wanderings and Ponderings of Children a Mothers Memories

                  

                     I've treasured memories like purest of gold

         

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