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
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.
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.
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!
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 difficult. / Thankfully we all 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 thought we, her parents, were only imposing boundaries and rules for no good reason other than to be a thorn in her side. She couldn’t see, and wouldn’t see till later, how hard this was on herself and her family. A self-obsessed time but a time she now has so much regret for and understanding of. She did come out of it though and I think the love for her that we never ever abandoned, though it was sorely tested, and the doggedness of us not giving up, won in the end. / Maybe it was a time that she needed to experience and just get over and done with. / She did become again the lovely girl she had been and quickly matured into a great empathetic teenager and now is a truly wonderful 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.
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…
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 …
I held him in my sobbing arms and kissed him one more time.
A mothers worst fear.
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
Branches bend and flex…bark exposed, naked, bashfully unashamed, revealing her secrets to the Universe.. ..
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!
People are so drawn to you – to your contagious smile and your excitement about simple things in life and in your world.
I’m working on a series of love letters…to people in my life – past present and future. / I think too many times we leave so much unsaid. I know I have – and then it’s too late. I hope to make sure I never do it again. I want people to know how they’ve touched me if even for a fleeting moment. what if…we all did that? my mom Love Letters 1
A mighty scream is ripped from deep within her as Gaia bears down and gives one last push. Exhausted and delighted, she gazes upon him fo…
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“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.
Within this darkened, shadow room / where only thoughts of light remain – / (your light, to light my window pane) / I’ve come to worms and m…
This is a poem i wrote about the little rocking chair that was my mother’s, when she was a toddler, and young child. It was lost long ago, but I was thinking of it, thinking of her when I wrote this. it is a personification piece, taken from the chair’s point of view.
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. :)
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…
Logan thinks this is because the time for the birth is nearing and Jean lets him think so, all the while knowing that Scott is the man …
Chapter 4 First I wish to THANK all the people, my friends who ARE reading this story, I am very thankful for you and your veiws about this, tho it is a fan fic, I am putting a lot of work into this and greatful to have the feed back! / oxoxxo to you all
Through eyes that had turned red and stinking, she looked again into the mirror. She looked deeply into her own eyes. “I know I am …
The comfort and love of Friends.
She had never called, never let me know she was okay, or that she missed me. She had just left. Yes, I was angry with her. Yes, I hate…
my birthday two years ago
A MOTHER, GRANDMOTHERS VISIONS OF HOW TO DEAL WITH THE EMPTY NEST!
My heart felt feelings of how to deal with my sadness of being and empty Nester.
She now knows what the secret of life is, / and she cries for the wrong choices she’d made in her life
I wrote this piece because I never ever want to feel this way and it is a reminder to myself to never have any regrets in my life.
I am a memory untold and me living is too bold / They say a mother naturally loves / But here the doctor puts on his gloves / It was for her…
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