I share unto you this thankful contemplation…
Thank you for giving me shelter during my incubation…
Thank you for understanding when I succumb to false temptations…
Thank you for always transforming my fear using your divine joy salvation…
Thank you for your soft angelic vibration…
Thank you for always wishing unto me the best of situations…
Your pure love inspires my greatest artistic creation…
Dearest mother; words only are not magnificent enough to fully give you
appreciation.
I send a tenfold return of my love within this poetic inspiration…
Your love without condition is the way and the light…
The mothers love manifests oneness world configuration…
I will teach the world your giving ways not knowing separation…
Heretofore bestowed on you experiencing heavens inner destination…
I am grateful to be your begotten son full of mother celebration…
Happy Mother’s Day filled with illuminated intention..
I love you…
I love you…
I love you…
My guardian angel…
My sincerest supporter…
My dearest mother…
Here you are on the verge
Of your very first road trip
All grown up
Ready to set the world on fire
So much excitement
Running through your veins
Ready to discover a whole new world
Even when it rains
There’s no need to wish you luck
Look at the person you’ve become
There’s no doubt
You’re ready to leave home
Make the world your own
Look at me with so much pride
So much evidence in who you are
That I’ve raised you well
How you became who you are
Living with a fool like me
Only proves
There is a God
There’s no doubt that you’re prepared
To face whatever life throws your way
As I’m left standing here
Savoring one last kiss and hug
Watching you drive away
I suddenly realize
In my haste to prepare you well
There’s one thing I forgot
One thing I left so unprepared
That has no idea what to do
Watching as you drive off
To a brand new life…
Me
She was the proudest of birds
Her nest was made of woven gold with silver embroidery
Her two little eggs polished to reflect the mother's loving smile
And guardian over this lavish nest, a warrior bird with razor sharp talons,
But she was proudest most of her plume
Wild and extravagant, rich red speckles covering an array of deep hazel feathers
Their edges, like the hems of a dress, entwined with brilliant white gold;
But the envious world sent an eagle to take her plumage
And her husband dove with him to the skies, and still they battle
Next they sent a winged fox and he ruined her nest, hostaged her eggs
Humbled, she shed her plumage, scattered it for the world to hoard
And Naked without husband, she looked down upon her plain little eggs,
And reflected there was a mother’s loving smile.
The Baby Chronicles
By
Cody B. Turner
Into the world I go
On this awfully bright and shiny day
So many things in front of me
So many words to learn and say
Into the world I go
Full of things bigger than I
Giants hover over my body
Saying comments like “He’s shy”
Into the world I go
Leaving a dark but comfy place
The world I know is no more
The only comfort is a smiling face
Into the world I go
In your arms by giants I am placed
Seeing a smile looking down upon me
Knowing that I can never be replaced
Into the world I go
In store, not knowing what’s for me?
This life I know is too big for oneself
But still that smile’s all I see
Into the world I go
Only one smile to see, no other
This smile deserves a beautiful name
I think I shall call her mother.
I watched you many times.
My heart cried out for you.
A world of your own,
And love your only crime!
I thought I was loved to!
Mother, how could I have ever known?
I heard your words call to me.
My soul truly loved you!
A world of handed down shame,
And your need to sincerely believe!
I thought I was needed to!
Mother, how could I have seen the very same?
I felt your warmest touch.
My mind wanted the mother in you!
A world of your fame,
And your want for so much more!
I thought I was wanted to!
Mother, what is it that I can I truly claim?
I prayed for you day and night,
My faith needed me to!
A world of mine I have inside to give,
And my need feels like my only right!
I thought I gave all of this to you!
Mother, I must have died so you could live!
®Registered: 1997 ANN RICH
The way she held you when you were born thats a mothers love.
When she rocked you when you couldn't sleep thats a mothers love.
The time she kissed a boo-boo to make it feel better thats a mothers love.
When she done your homework so you could get a good grade thats a mothers love.
When she gave you pearl earrings that she wore when she married your dad thats a
mothers love.
As she cried when her first grandaughter came into the world thats a mothers love.
When she left this world she left wonderful memories thats a mothers love.
Everything beautiful comes from the Lord above especially the need for a mothers love.
Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet
7-18-07
mama took sick one day i remember
it got so bad she just could not go on
then mama she died on the 10th of september
and floated to heaven in the pretty beyond
she walks streets of gold and thru fields of flowers
one thing i know is that shes not alone
shes gone and left this old world of sorrows
she traded this life for her heavenly home
she left this old world of suffering and sorrow
then she climbed aboard that glory bound train
then in the twilight of the great new tomorrow
mama was seen there in gods great domain
shes walking those hills and shouting in glory
saying praise god im here to stay evermore
then she seemed to say oh family dont worry
im saving a place for you on heavens shore
tho mama is gone we never are slighted
because her memory is here evermore
one of these days we will all be united
up there with mama on gods golden shore
We are not strangers here
Where this new landscape
Faints in its own vapid air
A mistrewn carcas, a drape
On mythos of my shape. I
Too exhausted by dilated sermons,
Would break bonds and fly,
Though a son. We cold tarpons
In in deoxygenated mud
Hang to stems of shrivelled bud
It was not their choice, this
New world of disaster, this change
That all beliefs and creeds twist
Into something new and strange.
The matrifocal world is based
On surrender, a voluntary gift
Of self to trust that never erased
Their worth. Here trust adrift
They raised their own falg and rule
The desolation's empty pool.
God blessed the world with mothers. After them, there is no other that can fill there shoes
with spiritual news. That will stay in our hearts till death do we part. that will love us for who
we are, but not for what we are. That will love us; no matter how bad or good, she always
understood. That will love us, but not judge us. That will scold us and then hold us. We only
have one mom in the world and we will always be their little girl. Our hearts ache for them
as our minds think of them. The thought of them at rest is a thought we can't forget. But we
will go on with our life. For we will see her every night in our dreams as we hear all the
angels sing.