It was almost thanksgiving. The 15th day of November, Year of our lord, 2004. I killed my mother.
You have other’s who love you, / I know for a fact. / No matter what happens, / I’ll still be your best friend. / Don’t play with that gun, / ...
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.
That night it happened, home, when Mom and Dad / had gone out for a while, it came. The house, / our home, was cold and quiet, too… so…..
Another assignment from the college years. Written in blank verse. ©1995
It isn’t easy being a mom / and theres a possibility / someday you may / be facing this / responsibility. A childs personality / is uni…
Art Collaboration: Annette Blattman /
Outside of her window..he saw her there / The beautiful girl..washing her hair / He had never seen..a more beautiful sight / He went hom…
This is how my Mom & Dad met..they had told me this story many many times.. / and even though her brothers tried to stop him from marrying her..they / overcame..and were married for many, many years before they went to the Better / Place..where I know they still share love and happiness
If I could see life through my children’s eyes, / I wonder what I would see. / Would I see a loving hand,
I wrote this in June of 1990. Nothing to do with me personally. I write a lot of stuff based on feelings I get when I see how people treat their children on tv and real life. The media always has a way of tugging at the heart strings, especially when you have little ones yourself.
this is just a rough draft for my mom
Oh, my beautiful mother where are you now? / I went to see you yesterday and you were / not there. I took real flowers to place / by your r…
Sometimes we wait to long to tell or express to our mothers the love we have for them. Sometimes we don’t tell them enough, and when they are gone we are left with the guilt. This poem might put you at ease if you feel like I do.
She quietly closed the door behind her…
Sometimes, / I miss my mom…
She rode like a champ. Not nervous and clutchy like some riders.
An ode.
She’s been a wreck since he passed, and I have too, but I have to be strong for mom, and I still have someone. She has an empty bed to co…
Mom went to the doctor, which was unusual for her. She put her faith in the Good Lord, her strong constitution, and in veterinarians, b…
Five hours down and five hours back. It was a modern miracle, a triumph of love and medicine, and she didn’t even recognize it. But the lady was like that, and was a rare, though somewhat imperfect gem.
You lifted me up / You helped me grow / You thought me things / I needed to know You were always there / With a kiss and a smile / Always w…
This poem was inspired by my own Mom – Carol Fingland – The coolest Mom I know.
“Mom, I’m sorry.”
A warm story of how an artwork warmed the hearts and souls of two artist halfway around the world from one another.
free no longer
what freedom means
Before you came into my life / I thought I’d set my ways. / I did not need a little one / To clutter up my days. I did not have the the t…
A poem I wrote after the birth of my firstborn son, Chance. (I won’t say he was my first child because I have 3 wonderful step children that I helped my husband raise and that would seem to deminish their value in some way.)
I could say that you’re funny / And loving and kind / I could say that you cared / But there’d be more words to find
A poem for my mother on her birthday :) Love you, Mam x
She came into my life i was nothing but …. / I took the first steps with Her looking at me. / I knew love from Her hands. / And trust from…
The friend lived deep entrenched / In 70’s suburban bliss / Rows of little houses / Set close enough to kiss.
Realizing it’s been way too long since I caught up with my old best friend from childhood. If you haven’t done so lately, pick up the phone and reconnect with someone that YOU love!
a cloud flower garden of dreams / she is in it looking fairie like with wings… / a Siamese kitty perches on her shoulder / as she sits p…
my mom left this Earth on january 7th, 1999 / she was an organ donor and saved the lives of four women. a true giver, dreamer and artist. i love her so much!
Dear Santa, / Can’t ya bring us / A little hope in sight? / To help us muddle through tough times / Until we see the light? / A better day we…
An open letter to Saint Nick.
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