The Mother of Five Who would have known…? / That during a celebration of a true friend’s birthday, / A glowing young woman shared a danc…
The story of my mother-I come from a family of seven- crazy!
If mothers were a batch of flowers I’d pick the prettiest one, / because thats where my mother came from. / If mothers were a box of chocol…
A poem about my mom
Grandmother Before I became a mother, I feared my memory. I was scared that I would start to forget the lives of my children as they…
And pat-a-cake, rocking chairs, trouble to taste, / I find I have no time left over to waste, / On minding your business or playing a game….
Today you dealt me a blow that rocked me to the core. At least that is how it felt when I first heard the words that spewed from you mouth
Children and learning disabilities
i have yet to have someone listen to me…
...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? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available From: http://www.cafepress.com/byrongates.26516064
to one friend and then another…
...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
beyond any vision we can imagine…
...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
hidden away in my heart ever so close…
...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? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
‘I had a dream last night: / You were indifferent, stern / I couldn’t get away, I couldn’t get home / I was still attached to you somehow’
This is based on my experience of living with a much older, Mediterranean partner and his teenage children
while you were sleeping / i touched your soft blonde hair / while you were sleeping / my heart was weeping / i brought you into a world that…
for my beautiful baby boy ♥
mother, colors, nature, love
It was over. / There it lay.
To all mothers who couldn’t do it..
Thank God I shed my ego in time to fall in love with my mother. That union blessed us both. It enabled her to pass away in peace and comf…
I wrote this about a week after my mother died last year.
Once a little girl fighting for attention, / when I already had love and affection, / wanting to be noticed by those around me, / but they…
She says she is dancing / I call it movement with a twist / as I watch from the closet / I envision myself / In her red heels / Standing tall,...
In the blackened dead sky of night / Mother Nature portrays a dangerous beauty / Swiftly electric lightning strikes / as a majestic silver …
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My fondest memories are those days.
Words for my Grandma on Mother’s Day.
Thank you for your security and protection / with guidance and direction / Thank you for your wisdom and courage / amongst the struggl…
It’s a rainy afternoon, streets bustling with crowd and the only view that can be seen from a 10 storey building is of streets covered by…
American war machine; / They’re rakin’ in the green… Wall Street, / The Pentagon. All around the world where / Our flag is unfurled,...
All things are living Mother Earth is crying Shedding tears of blood Slaughter, murder for what? / There’s no love No …
All things are living. All have energy. Earth is the only a third dimension of consciouness. We will evolve. . . umfortunately because of us not taking any accountabiltiy. . mother earth will have to eliminate the negative energy waves….so this won’t be pretty. . .it is happening now
Behind breath-fogged glass, sinking / in my seat; while sharing an hour’s long drive, / my mother’s fingers tap the wheel / to rap away a pe…
About my mom, and her love of classic rock ‘n’ roll. / She’s the reason I love the Beatles.
I love my mum / With all my heart / My mum is a beam / From my shining star / When life seems it’s ending / I cry out for love / My mums always…
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