expressions of life..
Angela never thought her life would end this way. Nice, dull people like Angela don’t usually draw their last breath in the midst of vio…
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.
It was as if my brain had packed up and stormed out slamming the door behind it leaving an eerie echo to ricochet throughout its vacant c…
This is the story about my motherly love for my little niece – I pray someday soon – my child.
it had nothing to do with the size of her teats / it was her cream you seee, that was the treat
It is about motherhood, not sex…why do people not understand that one is above the other, by far…
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)
Its A miracle we slept in Never before has it ever been Always at 5 – 6 without a doubt Time to get up my child does shout BU…
Fun poem relating to my sleep deprivation
I found him by following the chocolate trail and asked him if he had gotten into / the chocolate and he shook his head no, back and forth…
How the political hatred and abuse (I have been subjected too) can and has had an impact other peoples lives, especially innocent people —like my children --
two white / tombstones skywards, / a story too short / splashed across them / in a terrible red scrawl
For Luka. 10.01.08
we followed a digger all the way to the cemetery / his yellow dirty / arresting our silver dignity
...in metamorphisis Still for Luka 10.01.08
To motherhood my little sister went.
Written for my little sister as a birthday gift.
I’ve never been to war. Never stormed a beach or laid in a trench. Never been ambushed or under fire. I have never heard the soulful bugl…
Short story
When I look into the eyes of my children, / I see the clear innocence of their souls, / When I hear their laughter it sings to me, / A song …
For my sons Matthew and Joshua, whom I love more that life itself…and always will.
The thing is, when living the most important day of your life, you have to just run with the bulls and live it.
Written to answer the question – What was the most important day of your life?
Jelly made from elephant eye; / Choko porridge with spinach mustard; / Horrible leathery dried-up bustard.”
Wasn’t that a nice dinner kiddies, who would like some more ?
I look in to your eyes and see, an innocence of mind – a purity. / Beauty coming from within, shining through from you to me. / I sit and w…
I wrote this shortly after the birth of my son (pronounced Tayo) who turns 13 on Friday. (the 13th!) / Although we drive each other crazy sometimes, he’s a star and I love him very much.
This is the day when I get to celebrate my own motherhood, my own ability to nurture and care for the whole me, my inner child and the em…
When I pass child……..
Poem of life, love and motherhood
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…
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.)
The greatest gift that can ever be bestowed upon a WOMAN…. / The gift of motherhood… / For we bare the men and women / of the future ….
This is a big responsibility..especially in a world of so much strife and mans inhumanity to man..we have to hope we do a job well done and be proud!
For a mother and her child The path has been difficult Certainly to become more so, In spite o…
This poem was written to my son’s mother about 6 weeks before his birth. This is a reprint, upon which I hope to have improved.
I guess it’s time to stop asking questions, / and start answering them. / Wipe away long dead evaporations, / mined trails overgrown with ne…
November 10th. Happy birthday, Mum. :) / I miss you more than words; / I understand that I could never understand; / I used to whisper “I forgive you…” / but now understand, that is not my place. / There is no need. / I love you eternally. / Happy birthday.
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