From that first impression on the tabula rasa springs the myth of god.
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We are the forgotten children / The aborted ones / Born dead / Wasn’t given a chance / A choice / A voice
you should get what i’m talking bout / and hope you like / i really like this one / and i hope it leaves a twinkle in your eye sincerely and dearly colorblind will be one of my performance peices and also will add a beat to it as well and make a video
Need your warmth / and all those conversations / we never did have / Want to call you time and again / but you’re not here……………..anymore
I fell asleep this afternoon for a couple of hours….... / and had such a beautiful dream….. / I wish the ache would go away… I miss you
I knew you / before our eyes met, / love’s threads woven / when we were / still one. / Your birth / making us / live as two, / love’s threads / i…
Giving birth to your children is the first separation, but as a mother you can still hold on to your children and overload them with your love while they are still young. / As they grow older, they need more freedom and holding on too tight is only making the process of another separation more painfull. / Then all you can do is trust.. this is what i am going through with our oldest son .. in my experiences of loosing loved ones too early i have a tendency to hold on a little too much… while he claims his right to experience life the way he chooses.. in that he teaches me to learn to let go and trust.. / Take a close look at Terri’s depiction of my words here
She quietly closed the door behind her…
Sometimes, / I miss my mom…
The gold in your hair / Is only a hint of the wealth I have in my heart Because of you And when the wind blows through it / It’s as i…
Dedicated to Axel Moore and his mother, Sarah. Please give your condolences to Sarah and Glenn. I have no idea what it’s like to give a child back to God like this, but I don’t think I’m wrong in thinking that the pain is such that no parents should have to carry that kind of sorrow all by themselves.
But one that makes them lost for words, because they have so many / How can one decide on a single word, when they can’t leave out any
This is dedicated to my Mother. The bright light, that sadly went out on May 29th 2008. / / I love you Mam
A mother I think so much of, / a friend I truly need / Sometimes I may seem horrid, / but it’s only teenage creed Mum, I love you so much…
This is a poem my daughter Roslyn wrote me when she was aged 13. / We had all just survived a torrid period of time where she became this uncontrollable teenager who made our life truly horrible. Thankfully with a whole lot of unconditional love and perseverance from us she finally made it through and we all can now look on that time as something we all learned a lot from. / Roslyn now at 22 says if she could turn back the clock and rewrite the book she would, but at the time she had all the arrogance of youth with no thought of the hurt she was imposing on herself and her family. A truly selfish time but a time she now has so much regret for and understanding of. At the time she was just hellbent on doing what she wanted when she wanted. / She came out of it though and the love that was never ever abandoned, though sorely tested, won in the end. She became once again the lovely girl she had been and now is a young woman I am so very proud of and love enormously. We have a beautiful relationship and this poem she wrote me and presented so beautifully typed out on lovely paper is one of my greatest treasures. Take heart from this when you go through the rough times with your own kids. / Susan Davies inspired me to post this poem after reading her lovely poem “Children Are A Blessing”. Thanks Sue.
The moment she feels the child within / She knows her life will not be as it has been / She now knows and always thinks / Her heart and her …
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! / Thank you, Hilary!!!! / Please check out my friend hilarydougill’s other awesome artwork & writings on / the RB
A mothers grief is hard to take / You sit and feel your heart will break / It wont of course but you feel so low / Oh son of mine, why did y…
A poem for my son
The day I was born / you held me in your arms, / and you saw how little I was. / But it was just for a moment; / later I would grow-up. An…
I plan to give this poem to my mom on Mother’s Day. But first I want to thank Astoreth for writing a certain poem that speaks of how important it is to remind your loved ones that you love them. This made me think about my family and realized how much I’ve neglected saying a simple “I love you.” So here I wrote a poem for my mom, saying “I love you” in my own way.
I did not know that I would call you Munchie… / Peanut Butter / Pumpkin Eater / Puff-a-lump / Or that I would dance with you, everyday / Sm…
Babies grow so very quickly. My son is no exception! It seems that he was just being handed to me like a little baby burrito, all red and squinty! Now I am planning his first birthday party…albeit 3 months in advance…but still!! This poem is for him of course. Though he grows fast, I have no regrets, because I truly savor our time together and that’s all you can do!
I am Alive Forever and always Essence Rebirth Renewal / I have earth to ground me I have wind to move me I have fire to …
Simply put: This is a poem of the wonderous and most beautiful TREE. / This poem is another concrete poem of mine, which means it was written to be in the shape of a tree. but, it seems RedBubble doesn’t hold the image, and places every line left, no matter what i try. I’m still new, maybe there is a way to format it so it holds its shape? anyway, I thought I’d post it anyway, since i like it. :)
“Well,” She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. “What is…
This is a poem simply, about giving birth, and the moments there after. It is a sacred place. Quiet. Singular, and eternal. It is small and huge. it is above and below. It is a moment I certainly will never forget x5. I post this for every mother. For how alike we all are in this moment.
Smiling gently / with her eyes / Mouthing / mirrored movements / And cooing quietly / under breath / Still amazed / at sheer beauty
The love between a mother and her baby / MCN: CD66A-0170A-57B9B
It took a while but finally the bleeding stopped. Momma cleaned my face up enough to assess the damage before she proclaimed, “You’re goi…
Having a big brother can be a life long gift.
Endless Love I slip into your room and kneel beside you / I gently nudge the covers back slightly / I smile as I see your peaceful and …
The wails of pain resounded in the mountains clearly, her parting words, “I loved you so, wait for me” left me numb for the moment.
The first tribute written about my mother. I would like to thank Sally Omar for encouraging me to write the words I have not written prior!
Little one, I live for you, and only you. For you, I will cherish every breath that passes our lips, every beat of our hea…
Once upon a time / When I was a kid, / “A little kid at his seven”, / An old man; a stranger / With a brown cloak, / Told me something, about …
Love is the key of life!!! If we love forever, there is not the word “impossible” exists.. Cause real love makes everything possible…
A Mother Who’s Trying So Hard / And Filling Both Shoes… / It’s The Little Girls Without Fathers / The No Father Truth….
Children….Loss Of Father Figure… Guidance and a Mother’s Challenge
Beautiful / ..........pregnant / .......................glowing / ...................................unconditional love Child / .............
Shades of a Woman Series – #7 / I did sketch…my son..Frank..Photoshop
I was set free in the mist of the 9:00pm Newsbreak / The delicious aroma of my meal still lingered
God..My Vacation so short and sweet.. did I mention the time for RB??? / My God how do we do it????? / Mothers I cannot …cannot imagine!! / Much Love to you!
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