My mother was terrified of spiders. I wasn’t told of this fear until I was much older as she did not want to pass on her phobia. / She mu…
My mother, as usual, judged it best. / The day before her funeral, in a gibberish of legs, / A fly refused to die on her bathroom sill. / Ou…
I thought, before they cut her phone off, / I might leave a last message. / One for the ether: one that not a soul / Would ever hear. “Good…
Apparently I’m not the only son (or daughter) who’s ached to make a phone call to a person who has just died. “Closure”, they call it. But little in life is ever really closed, just scabbed over.
Since you came into my life, darling babe / I’ve loved to watch you sleep / In awe of you, so in love with you / I’d brush your velvet cheek…
A poem about a mother’s love for her son. I wrote this about my son, Aidan, one night after checking on him in bed. I did not know that at that time I was pregnant with my daughter, Julia. I am not a poet and have never written poems before or since, but perhaps a combination of immeasurable love and pregnancy hormones were enough to produce one nice poem that I’m proud of.
My Mother / My Guide / My Friend
....They raped her land with disregard, once Oceans green and blue….
A glimpse of the very possible future
Now hear the womb of one’s motherhood bare
This poem was inspired by more than the photograph below, but by the entire series of events experienced, given, and in turn received by the amzaing love and support of the RedBubble.com community of artist. Having stated this, I can now say: / This poem was Poem inspired by Photography piece (seen here below) titled My daughter in law by RedBubble artist Antanas / - / PLEASE Leave a comment (I love them I love them a lot) here as well as on the Antanas’s page where this photographic work is post by the artist for commenting and also as a card (I think)
We didn’t know about the time: running fast, / We didn’t notice, we were getting older, / We didn’t realize, we were wasting, Everything…
I am sure there are some of us who struggled with their parents and maybe cut off.. Even we did or didn’t have anything hard with them, we should always remember this: / “We may never have the chance to say goodbye them.” / Please say what you feel gently in a few seconds while you still can…
I watch her through the window / Lost in a sea of greens and yellows / A pixie in constant motion Singular in her mission / Stopping onl…
Sometimes, it really is the simple things that put everything in perspective
that simple dynamic that we all seek so desperately…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
He smelled. It was a stink that filled his nostrils and made him want to vomit whatever was in his stomach. He hurt all over too, his hea…
For the first contest for Pulp Noir Group
I pray that I can tell you / Of the thoughts within my heart; / Like, how much I value / The Mother that you are. Of the stories that …
CANCER Crushed… / Torn…. / Wanting more. Caner… / Holding on come hell or high water… / A mom loosing her first b…
I haven’t shared this with many of you, but I guess now’s as good a time as any. My Aunt, JoAnn Aikman, my mom’s oldest sister….has been battling cancer now for many years. I’m not sure if it’s been 4 or 5 yrs now as we’ve lost count with all the battles from being cancer free, to getting it again, the hospital stays, the many tests, to the chemo…and now to Hospice. She’s been in the hospital now since Thursday, Oct 16, 2008. She’s just going on the down hill journey now. There is no more they can do, and has been this way for about a month now, but now it’s just getting through those last days. Her doctor has talked her into going on Hospice Care so they can keep her comfortable at home. Her cancer started out in her lungs, and she’s never smoked a day in her life! After about the 3rd battle with it coming back, it decided to come back with a vengence and spread to her liver. They thought they could stop it with chemo, but to no avail it kept on spreading. I wrote this at 1am this morning because my heart was just burdened for her pain & suffering, and I just kept praying for GOD to stop the battle. She’s tired, and ready to go HOME…HEAVEN. We had a great visit with her on Thursday, and she laughed ‘til she actually had a few tears fall. I captured the best moment I could ask for of her & my mom just laughing their hearts out….so much so that they spilled her tea. LOL :o) I will upload that photo later. Please keep her in your prayers, as well as her husband, 4 children 12 grandchildren (I believe is the right number….some do not live in Tx..so it’s hard to keep up), and the rest of our family. We all need GOD’s strength to let go, and allow her to go HOME….HEAVEN.
I wrote this poem in September 1997. My husband and I raised 9 children, this is ten months in our house in a nutshell. Tassy refers to t…
to lay in the fields with you,a letter,war, the result of the fields
a young couple in love separated by war, not ever really knowing how the other is fairing, and a tragic ending.
I should be really hoping / that you will come thro / It seems so stupid now / but how can I talk to you?
Featured in Back in Black – 2 May 2009 I have been offered a free session with a well-known psychic medium and everyone thinks that my mother may come through. / I should really want to go and talk to her, shouldn’t I ?? / MCN:C2QBM-FT2EX-FMMC3
So, these days I haven’t been writing a lot of poetry. Make that none, actually. Instead, these days I write songs. But I thought I’d dus…
Watched her smile disintigrate, / Saw her bones weaken, / And her mind decieve her;
This poem is pretty self explainitory.
Wanted one person who can do all of the following: / Requires very little to no sleep / The ability to be in more than one place at a time…
I From the kitchen / lips and tongue singing / as a 5 am songbird. / Dough rises, / and falls / about your arthritic, yet / nimble fingers…
This is a repost. I tried in vain once again to link this poem to the other one through a journal…but, it seems (as I suspected!) I’m too dumb to actually make it happen. :) I can accept that. / So…here it is, posted again; as the last time I posted this for my beautiful grandmother, I had just joined the bubble, and not many read it. / I wanted my Gran read. She raised me after my mum died when I was 7 (and had lived with us most of my young life before then) – i miss them both more than words can say, as you can imagine. / thank you for reading. :)
The moment that my eyes laid claim / to every atom that makes you; / each pore, each crease, each shining truth / beheld upon your ancient f…
For my beautiful, beautiful sons. xxxxoooo
“Her voice seemed so flawless, like angelics of old, / as she taught me her sonants, like her mother before.”
I learned very early in life that if my mother was singing she was happy. We were children of the military, so consequently we traveled many miles in an automobile. It was in those travels that we enjoyed hearing the voice of our mom in song. We were a captive audience in the car and singing was her way of keeping us entertained. She taught us to sing the music of her era and we loved and enjoyed the soothing sounds of her voice. This poem is based on my own experience of hearing her sweet voice. She is no longer with us and the poem is one of a few I’ve written in her memory. I hope you enjoy!
“She sits just to stare, through her window of cares, wondering where in her life she went wrong. In the quiet she hears, children laughi…
This poem is a brief glimpse into the world my mother lived in. Her and my father were married 53 years. My dad was a musician and a bit of a dreamer, so her life wasn’t always the easiest but mother loved only one man in her life and she was loyal till the very end. She out lived my father by about 12 years and never once gave any thought to ever sharing her life with anyone else. My mother passed away October 6,2006 This poem has been published in a book of creative works from the artist members of the Ovation TV website. The book is called,”Anthology Of Friends” Volume #3. The book can be purchased at http:www.blurb.com/bookstore
“Their lives a testament of just how much they gave,to the families they served till the end of their days”
This piece of poetry was written for my childhood friend. It was to be used a memorial piece at a wedding in honor of family members who were deceased and unable to celebrate in this joyful occasion. All of us can identify with having lost someone whom we loved and meant a great deal. This poem is one of celebration for those who have greatly influenced our lives. I hope you enjoy!!!
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