Mother's love is always running Nonparallel
Surely Normal Natural Human Instinct.
No Controversy at all, Quite Distinct.
Continuous Fluent Flow ! Unidirectional !
The greatest bliss of my life to glitter and shine
is children, while raising up and caring them.
My Family tree to grow , Me being Stem.
The siblings are just branches in between.
In their childhood, I was the light to show way.
Being grown up they turned my success after all.
Siblings prosper and to impress each and all.
The strong branches are cheerful, joyous, to sway.
God has gifted five children to love and care.
I kept them as cluster of abloom blossoms :
Preserved as precious treasures in my bosom.
Same Love and Affection, all siblings must share.
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Neither a Question to Discriminate
Nor any Partiality to Occur
If required, Special Care for child weaker.
Each child gets Attention needed : No Debate.
A Parent's love always running Nonparallel
Surely Normal Natural Human Instinct.
No Controversy at all, Quite Distinct.
Continuous Fluent Flow ! Unidirectional !
The greatest bliss of my life to glitter and shine
is children, while raising up and caring them.
My Family tree to grow , Me being Stem.
All the siblings are just branches in between.
In their childhood, I was the light to show way.
Being grown up they turned my success after all.
Siblings prosper and to impress each and all.
The strong branches are cheerful, joyous, to sway.
I struggle to eat
The latter days
Sleep’s a feat
Move, Doc says
No energy, I feel
The end, nigh?
My fate to seal
Mindless, I sigh
Progeny, trouble me
Questions the same
Text messages to see
Their wishes to tame
The end of a season
To honor the last lap
Going out, the reason
Journey’s end, to cap
Sunlight crackles in trill of daytime
grasses ripple on clay so moist
family rushes for quick juice
love swaying past doorway
car kevs zoom a sound
children run off--
before byes
son plants...
kiss
A day is coming — soon, it is,
Ordinary in every sense,
Yet I shall journey far away,
To the land where the sun shines not.
Weep not, my child.
The Lord is softly calling me home,
And who am I to resist His voice?
Though my heart clings to this world,
I must answer when He calls.
Weep not, my child.
I have lived my days in fullness,
Shown kindness where I could,
Lifted others when I was able —
Now my time of rest has come.
Weep not, my child.
For my four children I've been working Almost every day
There was never enough time to play with you
There were baseball games, dance recitals That you wanted me to come to
But with all the time working There was never enough time for any of you
On weekdays and weekends, I had to do my chores So it left very little time for you four
I may always say maybe the next time Which I might have said so many other times
Sometimes I had to work all night And I wouldn't see you to the next morning light
I know our lives are short, and days go by fast
And all your children grow up in a flash
Then I finally realized that my children Are no longer by my side And now I no longer have to provide
I still have pictures I can still look at Showing me the past and the laughter
I'm retired now and once I was so busy Now all my body and hands are still
And for me, these days are too quiet and hard to kill
I wish I could go back into the past And change all the ways I reacted
And for my four grown children I want to say I'm sorry, and I want to say you are all One in a million and I love you all
The moment you first hear
Is the beginning of your worst fear
You pray for them to find happiness and health
Someone to love, a family and wealth
Then you watch them cry that first tear
Everything you do will show them you are here
Anticipating their every want and need
All to know they will succeed
The end of their first year
Beginning of "Toddler Premiere"
Exploring their world around
Letting go, within bounds
School age is finally here
Kindergarten days are near
Bright eyed as they learn
Anxiously you wait for their return
Then come those teenage years
Bringing about new sets of fears
Navigating life as they learn who they are
Turmoil inside as you watch silently from afar
As childhood days disappear,
The greatest piece of you will appear
All grown up, they are your very creation
Full of life's dreams and aspirations
Michael, Jesse, and Destynee
Through a mother's eyes you will see
That through Life's ups and downs
That Mom will always be found
I am always going to be here
To lend a hand or an ear
No matter when, where, what or why
Mom will always be close by
Hey, Sally
I watch our daughters Rebecca
and Rachel browse so like you did.
They scour the stacks in a Rich-
mond book store, trailing big reads
for when they return to their com-
portable places. Home again,
feet up, tea cups steeping.
I came home from afternoon
office hours and found you stretched
out on the couch we bought in
the second-best store in Snowtown
and brought to Washpa. Your tea cup
was by your side and a cat curled
at your feet sleeping.
A significant novel, In-
dian or another latter-day
Dickens was tented half-way through
on your breast. I am filled with joy—
by daughters who continue
to scout out
great big books to accompany
tea cups steeping, cats sleeping,
on lazy afternoons.
A warm embrace from little arms
Outstretched to reach my nose
She presses hers into mine
She holds her breath then blows
I feel the crinkle of a smile spill out the corners of her lips
She sneaks a cup of mama's coffee
Haughtily takes 3 sips
Belly ablaze she rumbles now
Uncontrollable and proud
The room starts to dance
At the sound
I watch in awe as the lights go in sync
With the twinkle in her eyes
She commands her audience
And calls home the prize
Pitter patter footsteps come up from behind
Gently pulls my sweater
As if i'd ever mind
Sweet hushes of morning's first breath
Fall on my waking ears
Faint hellos
Dancing across the room
In tip toes
They wrap their fingertips finding a home in the other
This my hearts yearn
To be a mother
Mind free, I fall
speaking blessings into my children’s futures.
I wish for you the abundance of life,
all that it means to truly be alive:
to feel wind against your face,
to watch the sun rise and set,
to complete hard things
and earn the quiet respect that grows within yourself.
Deep in the mind, what we call success
and what we name abundance
already exists.
To breathe the air,
to live another day
this alone is wonder.
I wish for you eyes that notice beauty,
even when it hides.
For this life to take you
to places I may never see.
I write this knowing I may not always be here,
but certain of this:
I loved you completely
and always wanted the best for you.
To see my daughters loved.
To see my sons accomplish their dreams.
To hear grandchildren speak my name
and know where we come from.
I may not know where we are going,
but in this moment, know this
I stretch my heart and my eyes
through time and space,
and I am with you always.
No realm can contain my love for you.
So smile.
Laugh.
Cry.
And when the time comes,
I will meet you
on the other side.
Last night my son stirred
between half wake and sleep.
I stroked his soft hair,
And I kissed his small cheek.
He said, “Mummy, these cuddles
tonight were the best”
and wished for forever
with him in our nest.
When a baby arrives
through the heart of their mother,
they’re laid on your chest —
you belong to each other.
There’s no room for choices,
for burnout or fear.
Your instinct is roaring:
just keep them near.
But life slowly loosens
the threads as they grow.
Your heart doesn’t want to,
your mind must let go.
They trust other people,
They want to explore.
New voices will teach them —
And guard every door.
When the nights feel too quiet,
the silence too deep,
I’ll remember that whisper
between half wake and sleep —
how he held me so close
in his small dreaming world,
and for one perfect moment,
love quietly unfurled.
In the Quiet of the Fold
I have knelt where the weary come,
and heard the hush beneath their grief.
No cry of self, no bitter lament—
Only hands reaching for a steady hand.
I have carried the small wounds of the world,
the secret sighs that tremble in the dark,
and offered nothing but presence,
and the quiet, patient light of God.
There is no room for pity here.
only love that listens,
and a heart that bends
without breaking.
O gentle Lord, let me be
a shelter for the lost,
a cup for the thirsty,
a soft voice for the forgotten.
And when the day falls silent,
I shall not measure my own burden;
I shall only know
that every step I have walked
has been beside your children.
Looking out of a window
A jazzy serene cafe
And the Sun is shining too
Here we are friends
Chatting over a coffee
On a sunny afternoon
Sharing our stories of blossoms in bloom
Especially in the eyes of our children
The little people of me and you
The ones that mean the most
Our reason we work together
To bring about Hope
My children
Day by day I watch you grow
You are my flowers full of love and powers
And when you’re low I just want you to know
That you are my world
And that I will always love you.
In my few quiet moments, I always say grace,
a mother first, trying to find my place,
my eyes are tired, every single day,
I’m praying for peace, to come some how, some way.
A co-worker's friendship is definitely great,
I work so hard, yet my bills are still late.
Im trying to juggle the roles, of being both mom and dad,
sometimes crying in bathroom, not wanting the kids to see me sad.
For them I work long hours, trying to make it all alright,
hiding the struggles that haunt me at night.
I want to be enough,
Why is this life so tough?
As a daughter, I wanted to make them proud,
but I suffer the burden of them humiliating me in front of a crowd.
A true love with someone I hope to share,
someone who means it when they say they’ll always be there.
For all that I strive to give, for all that I try,
here comes my racing thoughts,
asking myself why?
I dream of a moment where love holds the key,
to the genuine heart I have for them all,
something I fear they will never see.
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