So many times I wished to write about them
but never had the courage to lift a pen,
could words ever describe their smiles
specially when they're hiding a surprise,
could words ever describe the joy
I feel, when they hug me tight,
could words ever describe my pride
when they walk up to receive a prize,
could words ever describe how my heart breaks
when they fall, yet pretend to be brave,
I could never put in words the prayer I say
each time they leave home for school or play,
could words ever describe the warmth I feel
when I stand by the bed and watch them sleep,
arguing, talking, crying, laughing being together
words could never describe the joys of being a mother...
“You’ll be sorry when I’m dead.”
Truer words were never spoken
And the death and dieing breed
in fearsome promises oft broken.
“Why cry?” We said. “See, we are here.”
Your children mother, please stay.
“Do what I say and maybe dear
maybe, I'll stay.” But still she teared.
"You’ll be sorry when I’m dead."
Her heart and ours were broken.
She'd run and hide and cry in bed.
Truer words were never spoken.
Seventy some odd years she had
Gone now, still I hear her say
"You’ll be sorry when I’m dead."
As, I wipe my tears away.
*Profound saying, "You'll be sorry when I'm dead."
I never new I could cry of joy
Something too far in the distance
With only hatred by myside
I choose the closest one almost everytime
But there it is black and white
I hold back not letting my weak crevests show through
There it is
Past on two pieces of papers
Seen through your two eyes
I don't know wheather I should quince in the past
Or to smile it's over
Something that seems so immposible for you
I want you too have it so bad
I have no advice
There's nothing you can do
What would I do if we ever lost you
Your words bring tears to my eye
To be part of your spark of joy
Getting back when you still desvere so much more
There in black in white
Your words show a part of my tear
I long for the skill of an artist,
To paint like the great Raphael,
To show as would Michaelangelo,
A beauty that words cannot tell.
I watch as she bends over her infant
With a love too great to contain,
For a child more dependant and helpless
Than when in her womb it had lain.
She could have posed for the Madonna,
Her profile as pure as a saint's.
This utter devotion she has to this child,
Can't be shown by canvass and paints.
I must strive with inadequate words
To portray this mother and child,
To show beauty so sweet and ethereal,
The world, as I am, is beguiled.
Can a love like this is be captured
In a painting or in words written down?
This purest passion ever created
Is what makes the world go around.
Words are just words and are
often too used
Taken for granted and overly
abused
But what if our actions we
mean to show good
End in destruction and not as
they should
When making you proud seems
harder every day
These are the things to you I
must say…
Mom, I am sorry. I wish you
could see
My dream is for you to be
proud of me
But the harder I tried to put a
smile on your face
Again I would fail and remain a
disgrace
I know it’s not you whose
expectations were high
They were mine that I placed
though not knowing why
I guess to make up for all I’ve
done wrong
It’s clear to me now that may
take way too long
So here are my words to you
they hold true
If I fall I’ll get up as long as I
have you
I would like to take a moment,
as theres something I must do,
To show appreciation,
and a love thats strong and true,
for a very special person,
who I couldnt live without,
a lady who brings warmth and light,
whenever shes about.
The importance of this woman,
cant be told with words alone,
but the words that are not spoken,
in my mind are set in stone,
Shes the glue that holds together,
All the pieces of my life,
A mother like no other,
A treasure of a wife.
I count my blessings every day,
I know luck is on my side,
To have this special woman,
AS my mother and my guide,
my teacher and protector,
Never thinking of herself,
Doing everything to guarantee,
My happiness and health.
My debt to her is endless,
As shes done so much for me,
This small token of affection,
Is so everyone can see,
Easily unnoticed,
In the bustle of the crowd,
A woman so amazing,
Its no wonder im so proud.
my mistake was talking to my mom
because she set's me off like a tripped off bomb
to think my words would change her mind
to be the nice and loving kind
but she is mean, mean to me
through her heart of stone she will never see
the best kind of daughter i can truly be
i just want her to want me back
because a self esteem is what i lack
i just want to change her view on life
so her words don't slice through my heart like a knife
to change her heart of stone to a heart of love
so our hearts can fly free with the souls of a dove
so i can see her for the good person she could someday be
the only person that might just be like me
Even if I did not take it
I would still love to hear
The advice of my dear mother
Oh how I wish she was near.
I would love to pick up the phone
and hear her voice at the other end.
The kind words of my mother
brings comfort to the confusion within.
During the storms of life
she helps me to weather every storm.
Oh how I long to be near mother
and rest safely within her arms.
It’s during these times of struggles
Oh how I miss her so much.
Years and years of her teaching
it certainly pulls at the heart
To hear her words of wisdom
it keeps pulling my heart apart.
Just watching tv and see's a young lady pick up the phone to call her mother for advice.
It sent chills down my spine.
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