Mom Quintain (English) Poems

The years have passed since your last Mother's Day;
       to date, they make up fifty-two long years.
With each, the...

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I barely knew the grandma on my father’s side,
but Grandma Owens I knew fairly well.
She was my mother’s mother; she took great pride
in cooking us...

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I find the Christmas season can be very sad,
because it reminds me of all I have lost;
my sister, grandma, grandpa, mom and dad,
my husband...

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Lightest silver I ever did feel, a precious heirloom that owns God's seal 
it was gifted from a night table, but given from heaven from...

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My first love, a lovely girl then in her sixteen, 
Floated across the corn fields dancing with breeze,
Wearing a short, flying frock with color of...

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I am no saint at all, but still I think my good
outweighs my bad. These are some gifts God gave to me:
Loyalty, resilience, and tolerance...

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The dulcet larks in oak trees bring a smile
On cue, here comes the sun melting the grey
I walk you down the garland-bordered aisle
So Mom and...

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Only a hero volunteers for war,
willing to battle and die for others.
And do things they'd typically abhor,
rallying into a band of brothers
defending their homes, sisters,...

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For years, those homegrown scents have been stuck in my head.              ...

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The delicious odor of home-baked bread
instantly takes me to mum's kitchen door,
I'm in heaven, though not a word is said.
Kneading the dough, she'd punch it...

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Ok how do I do this
Where do I start
I can't remember much
But I love you with all my heart
To tell you the truth I'm really...

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"Oh my God! What did I say?"
Asked poor mom, while she lay.
Every night to have some fun,
"A very short story", requested the little one.

Tired and...

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Dear Mom, you are someone very good.
That is how I’ve always thought of you.
Embracing your station of motherhood,
You raised five daughters well, and still you...

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Wrinkled, but beautiful still
Even in decrepit apparel and uncombed;
Jagged skin and sensual fragrance lost
But still spongy her touch is and the smell
Only thing I’d...

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I did have lovely childhood dreams,
and happily, some did come true.
Now looking back, it really seems
my future was planned and molded to do
what most of...

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