Short Mother Child Poems
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we share the stars,
paths unknown to one another.
they call out to us and we remember -
we meet ourselves
walking together.
A stream of milk gush out from the mountain breast feeding the rocks below.
*Rocks being originated from mountain , portraying mother-child relation
A blessed miracle has come
A Madonna's child in our kingdom
His holiness loved and awed
Such a precious gift from God
2/28/22
Get out of that or I'll skin you alive she would say
Me and that dog would head for the woods right away
We were not abused
Just a saying used
Because me and that dog got a hug at end of day
child is the success
of mother who has shown light..
on journey of child.
my mother says I feel too much
like it is a flaw
like love
should be measured
With teaspoons
not oceans
She cannot understand
how I carry entire skies
Inside my ribs
And call it
Living
Mother punishes her child
Child stops crying when pain is gone
After that tear begins to flow on
Silently from mother's eyes
Form:
Simple.
A man sits on a mower
in the park
making lines and circles
in freshly cut grass.
And-
Two mothers
are pushing
a child each on a swing,
opposite directions.
They talk
as their children go up
and down.
Tiny heartbeats resonate with mine with every breath taken in unison --
You dwell in me as much as I in you.
Sweet summer child mine, I don't know any different than to be yours -
The world loved you at first sight while I fell the moment I felt you in me.
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she enters the room gracefully
belying the heartache inside
her tale of loss floats through the air
like a windblown kite
a mother, child, and death
reduced to silhouettes
her vision rips a hole
where there should be love
from this pulpit
with its congregation of one
She misses the time before she was a mother,
the life she once had now hidden, under cover.
Before pasta and paint, and plastic packed lunches
replaced lie ins and coffees, and trusting her own hunches.
She yearns for washed hair and fresh eyes without lines,
but knows, deep down, it’s for him her heart pines.
' Maternal love is an instinct, but paternal love is also distinct.' - Poet
Mother's love shower from natural spring
Father to gain confidence from offspring.
From mother child seeking carefree shelter.
Father is the best known baby sitter.
Co.
Breath intertwined, mine his.
Gulps visceral
Hold it, hold it, hold it. Please.
Hair tickles chin, coarser now.
Hand hooked. Grip for protection. Mine, his? Discomfort hits after a time of cocoon - untangle a limb, like once before.
The prising of sweat-dampened skin. Skin
that had been forced together. Forced apart.
Hear Harry’s hysterical, startling scream.
Little spooky spiders made him run to the extreme.
It wasn’t a fairytale fantasy dream;
the cobwebs created a crazy football team.
Mother thought she’d heard their scary scheme,
so she planned to question the Queen.
I thought they were merely mean,
moving to our happy home, creating a scary scene.
My winter child, one of a kind
Full of warmth and full of light
You got the face of your father
Eyes of an angel
You look like your mother
hope you got heart of your father, strong and simple
But if you got my heart baby, I'm sorry it'll be hard life
so be brave and be kind not like your mother child, who shakes every time the branches hit the windows sight
Green of Pastures
Purple in the fields
Autumn late
I contemplate
Sitting on my Hill
The bluest sky
Almond leaf
Whistling bill
Nature is still
Sitting on my Hill
Mother,child
Father,bat
Playing ball
While I sat
Sitting on my Hill
Afternoon Sun
Poet looking wide
Writing in his book
Words he cannot hide
and one more time..
Sitting quietly upon this Hill
Form:
Being a mum is not simple
Being a mum is not easy
Being a mum is not qualification
Being a mum is not nine to five job
Being a mum is dedication
Being a mum is determination
Being a mum is devotion
Being a mum is passion
Being a mum is never ending story
Being a mum is never ending love
Being a mum is never ending worry
Bring a mum is never ending job
Being a mum is a joy filled with pain
A bluebird carries a mother's voice
Beyond the rain and dark season
Of a love of her child
Through tribulations and trials
Loyalties so strong
to honor the mother-child bond
A silver umbilical cord uncut
Between them and the Pure White One
The mother's voice carried by the bluebird
And is heard by The Greatness
And then an answer comes
No one can severe the special mother-child bond
By Susan Mills
Form:
WHY DO I CRY
when each loved one will someday die
WHY IS THE PAIN
so terrible and poor with each little droplet of rain
No one wants to fly so high
to Heaven fleeting and touch the Sky
each Mother child prepares to leave
Because they're older and no longer Believe
since I became Life, the World has seen her share of strife
Leave it alone and go on Home...WHY?!!!
For every Rainbow, another picture(A Shade of Grey)will be shown
Form:
At first they doubted she would even live,
Then stated calmly that she would not walk.
This child for whom my life I'd gladly give,
Denounced as one of those who'd never talk.
I covered outraged ears, their words to block.
For those long months she danced beneath my heart.
I had played music for her from the start,
My own keen sense of rhythm to advance.
She listened to my cues and knew her part.
Despite their gloom, this child of mine will dance.
Mother is born when her child arrives
One who has your back without compromise
Tenderly nurtures your needs and your likes
Heartfelt concern when adversity strikes
Each child holds a key to her unselfish heart
Relentless defender right from the start
Steadfast devotion in excess supply
Deserving a day of her own, this is why
A celebration of thanks for her love unsurpassed
You share the hope of tomorrow and dreams of the past.
Mothers Day contest (Acrostic)
Liz Reilly