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Poem Details | by Rachel Kovacs |
Categories: caregiving, childhood, daughter, growing up, life, mother, mother daughter, nostalgia, women, me, home, cry, home, love, me,

Will You Tie My Shoes When I Grow Old

You were beautiful, 
my tiny child, 
wrapped tightly in my arms, 
close to my heart.
I listened to you breathing.
I counted your fingers
and your toes.
you cried out to me
and I loved you
with every ounce of my soul.

Will you hear me
when I cry out? 
Will you hold me close
as I held you then? 

I remember the day
You took your first step.
There was no stopping you.
Your feet gave you freedom
to explore the world
like never before
but danger lurked.
I opened those doors anyway, 
and introduced
you to the world.
Where will you be
when my legs
no longer run? 
no longer work? 
Will you realize
that I love
freedom too? 

I laugh
about that day
you first tied your shoe.
We tried and tried
to get that rabbit
in that hole
and you finally did it.
You pointed your toes
for everyone to see
how proud you were.

I am proud too, 
of my writing
and my drawing, 
of my needlework
and my cooking.
But my hands are beginning to ache
and my fingers will not bend.
I will lose the things
that make me proud
except for you.
Hopefully not you.
Will you let me
brag on you? 
Even tell wild stories
that are a bit beyond the truth? 
Will you be proud of me too? 

I waved good-bye
that morning when you left
on that large, yellow bus.
I was so scared.
I know you were too.
You waved at me bravely
through the dusty window
but I saw the water
forming in your eyes.
You came home, however, 
full of pride and joy.
You sang the alphabet song
and got most of it right.
You practiced for hours
until you could sing it
even in your sleep.

I'm afraid.
I forgot
whether I took
my pills today or not.
I forgot
if I told this story before.
I even forgot once
who you were
and it terrified me.
My mind
is my treasure
the only thing I have left, 
and I heard you make
fun of me
for not remembering
that I gave you the
same gift as last year.
Will you love me
when I no longer
know who I am? 

You came home blushing
from the glow of
your first kiss.
Your first love, 
the one you thought was real.
You talked about him non-stop.
You changed for himYou gave.
But he left you anyway
for a blue-eyed girl
and I held you
while you cried for him.

I too have a
broken heart.
The love of my life
left me after
fifty-six years.
He left me here
to live life on my own
while he moved on
to another realm
And I cry for him too.
I long for his shoulder
and strong embrace.
I feel betrayed
because he and I
made a deal
that we would never
leave the other alone.
Yet I am alone
sitting in an echoing house
with no hands to hold.

You welcomed her home today- 
your tiny baby girl.
She has your eyes
and possibly your toes.
I see you counting them
as they roll me
into the room.
You finally came
to visit.
It has been a while.

You look up at me
with tears in your eyes
and ask
almost desperately, 

"Will she tie my
when I get old? "

Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: art, child, love, metaphor, mother daughter, uplifting, universe,

A Mother's Envy and Pride

Lapis lazuli mines with wide blue eyes
bringing to mind precious stones and
caramel scones; innocent and wise -
Wondering, yet without surprise.

Staring down the universe, a challenge
in your look though you are young;
The earth made only nine revolutions 
since you came out to see the sun.

Unguarded and arched, your brows 
betray high wire tension; enough 
to light up a hundred moons and warm
plump cheeks to cherry bubble gum.

Be not impatient to grow; you smell
of open grasshopper meadows
and firefly lighted lakeshore walks.
You’re a mother’s envy and pride.

Red lips! Your passion for life exists.
Scarlet, lipstick would be a surfeit -
Today as then till many summer’s been,
your spirit will always be free as the mist.

After:  Portrait of Carol Nye  Rhoades (Robinson) (1915)

For Debbie Guzzi's Challenge: Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting No2
Kim Patrice Nunez
08 January 2016

Poem of the Week:  January 10-16, 2016

Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: child, dedication, love, mother daughter,


Can a child ever forget, how deep a mother’s love abides

All those days since birth, till now I’m grown she guides

Remembering her smile, so tender, so warm as her embrace

More than soothes away my pain, my fear of failure and disgrace

Even in my dreams she comforts, her voice, her scent would stay

Never will her being mother stop, till when I’m old and gray.

26 March 2015
Contest : Acrostic on Mother's Day - 1st Place

Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: child, love, mother daughter, parents,


I paint your beauty in my heart and mind  
in swirling strokes of wind squalls and light;
the youthful lift of limbs of early spring,   
with summer’s joyful red, with fall's surprise.
I paint you in wonder of winter’s white
through snow storm's chill and my loving eyes.

I paint you beyond the blue pain of the past
with the gray of fear the future hides.
Jealous of luring space and power of time, 
yet, with all the hope, the joy, the ache
as seen in the strength of my trembling hand;
I’ll paint you again my child, mesmerized.

After:  L'Enfant au Tablier Rouge, 1886 by Berthe Morisot

For Debbie Guzzi's Challenge: Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting 8
Kim Patrice Nunez
17 January 2016

Poem Details | by Leanne Lovejoy-Burton |
Categories: home, identity, imagery, inspiration, integrity, love, mother daughter,

Home is a Burning Flame

“Home is a Burning Flame”
Align yourself with the belief that HOME will come to you in the end You can see yourself in her eyes, but you are not there She must follow her own flame Barefoot over broken glass and rusty nails Tender Moorings is your Heart One day she will understand her revolving door journey Until that time arise Keep the burning fire alive The warmth it emanates She will carry to be brave. "HOME" Is a Burning Flame. (Lovejoy-Burton/March 2018) For my Mother 18/9 dI see you, I hear you. For my Daughter 18/9 bDo you see me, do you hear me? "I am my mother's daughter." 1Home/Depeche Mode 2Paradise Circus

Poem Details | by Leanne Lovejoy-Burton |
Categories: angel, courage, faith, journey, love, magic, mother daughter,

Thy Beautiful Heart: The Blue Faerie's Baby

"Thy Beautiful Heart : The Blue Faerie’s Baby"
'Tis brave the heart of a lionhearted cub When Butterflies aren’t pretty Aren’t all what they seem Monsters that do steal teeth from the Blue Faerie's Baby A glass jar full of plundered precious Pearls of White Ivory, not sweet honey bees The cub must remember the magic strength of LOVE Stand firm clasping it to thy beautiful heart thy beautiful heart that was borne from pure love all of her beautiful dreams to believe to dream real “Walk with courage”, she heard her say Soft footsteps always follow They’ve never walked away Guarding her from wolves and monks gone astray Both are walking in Light beams the two from the Fey All will come good on the morrow For the Blue Faerie’s Baby There is to be no more Black Sorrow Love, Time is tumbling Love with all of thy beautiful heart Time, 'tis no more to be borrowed. Love's kiss from a mother's heart breaks the Papillon Spell. (Lovejoy-Burton, August 2018) for my daughter, Georgia - Close your eyes when you listen to the adds more power to the spell.
Symphony for Eight/Philip Glass (Original music video removed from Youtube, replaced with current, "Conjunto", Symphony for Eight Cellos, PeterRudolfi/Youtube)

Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: angel, april, bereavement, heaven, love, mother daughter, snow,

Your Sacred Soul Still Calms And Comforts Me

Ave-Maria hymns lift you in flight to Heaven’s gate apt angel does ascend and follows lantern's light predawn of night on star-dust wings for spirit a Godsend. On April morn in skies of blue as you besprinkle crystals from your seraph’s wings, by mourning noon soft snowfall does ensue a smoothing swaddle soothing harmed heartstrings. In diamond-dusted frosted filigree so sparkles soulful kisses you bestow for scintillant reflective reverie your glistened gift you send in silvern snow. Beloved mother, sainted entity you hush my cries with snow’s serenity. Susan Ashley December 8, 2017

Poem Details | by Leanne Lovejoy-Burton |
Categories: daughter, imagery, journey, loss, love, mother, mother daughter,

At the Seat of the Catacombs of Amygdala

"At the Seat of the Catacombs of Amygdala"
"...the curse ruled from the underground down by the shore And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before..." The Curse
Violet Black the night is still diving through oceans of stars now waking violins soaring in my heart’s crater speed to the seat of Amygdala Descartes moving closer anticipation,the Sphinx is smiling and Horus waiting in his castle calls me home abandoned in my green field mind of Lavendar spirits swinging hidden essence of secret monk’s theribles shrouded hoods in their grim reaper guarded churchyards writing words upon the air their Purgatory Alter daughtermotherdaughter Goddess prayers of devotion stealing love from sharks feeding them pearls and sirens singing in their love Indigo rapture velvet bee keeper gloved hand smoking catacombs Supersedure Queens and absent drones, bottles corking time hideous time sand dripping wet tears through the Hour Glass, never stops diamonds drop by drop acceleration dress-ups buckled straight jacket uniform no arms marching with the Soldiers of Conform setting tables,last feast rosaries now I lay me down to sleep up the stairs bowed and weeping swept out of sight in starched collars and cobwebs glistening Huntsman, no Audrey Hepburn,no Caron Daddy Long legs Aether sees her in a mirror falling down to Hades Lewis' traps on a hero’s mission saving 3 Graces and returning returning HOME. Violet Black the night is still diving through oceans of stars now waking waking she returns spinning her Golden Chord to pull you away closer into her sweet dreams held to her peaceful Polar Bear Hug sleeves it was never cold in their Igloo truth serum syllabub no silver spoon happy dreams,rough seas,then peaceful and still Black Swan singing in Joan of Arc chain mail Heavenly wings slip softly into starlight away from stalking cats blood sucking bats barking Hounds of Baskerville through galaxies of milky honeycomb, to where God hides in a protected glass snow globe somewhere beyond the pulsating No Go Zone Charon’s been handed his token None of this should be spoken. Nyx has Aether in her arms they are flying home Violet Black the night is still diving through oceans of stars now waking. Honeycomb cement feet sacrificial drowning A little death. Supersedure. Back in "their" kitchen the smell of stewed pears and chocolate cake baking. (Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)

Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, care, caregiving, character, child, children, creation, earth, family, feelings, friendship, growing up, heart, home, love, meaningful, mom, mother, mother daughter, mother son, mum, my child, my children, nature, poetry, pride, relationship, simile, son, strength, symbolism, together, tribute, true love, trust, truth, write, writing,

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s

Poem Details | by James Nichols |
Categories: daughter, family, grandmother, life, love, mom, mother, mother daughter, day, day,

Silently She Weeps

Every day she comes to visit her,
lifts the spoon to her thin lips.
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps.
Life arrested in its waning grip.

Every day she comes with hope
that something in her changes.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps
The memories time rearranges.

Every day she comes and wonders,
will she wake today and speak?
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps
An imprisoned mind in body weak.

Every day she comes and touches
the woman like no other.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps.
Maternal daughter, loving mother.


Poem Details | by brandy wassam |
Categories: age, beauty, birthday, celebration, christian, mom, mother daughter,

a mothers love

on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith 
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you 
as your thoughts become known 
only then your age is shown

Poem Details | by Archana Kapoor Nagpal |
Categories: love, mother daughter,

Through Her Eyes Only

I brought her into this world,
But she is like a mother to me,
Darkness is the only colour for me,
Though I see the beautiful world, 
Through her eyes only,
Every morning she holds my hand,
She walks with me in the garden,
Tells me the beauty of nature,
I see the magical creation of God,
Through her eyes only,
She sits next to me,
Tells me how water changes its colours,
When sun’s rays fall into the pond,
How swiftly the fishes change their directions,
There is only darkness all around,
Though I can see some light of hope,
Through her eyes only,
I can smell the roses,
I can feel the intense heat of the sun,
I can listen to the mystical sound of chimes,
But I can see none of them,
She clasps her little fingers around mine,
And makes me see beyond the darkness,
I remember to live every day,
Through her eyes only,
I cannot see my child,
But she is the apple of my eye,
I live because she is in my life,
I feel my existence in this world,
Through her eyes only,
I might give up on life,
But her indomitable will,
Helps me to survive,
I fall in love with the darkness,
Because it brings me closer to my child,
And I can see a beautiful life ahead,
Through her eyes only!

Poem Details | by Sharon Gulley |
Categories: courage, daughter, dedication, devotion, love, mother daughter,


Sitting silently in the Doctor's seats 
waiting for the diagnosis, to finally
be complete.

A nurse walked in and said, It will
be a while, but little did she know
I noticed the concern in her smile.

We never expected what would be in
those files and that from here we would 
walk a backwards mile.
I as the mother, You as the child.

I felt your fear as together we cried.
I promised you that day, I would
always be by your side.

Slowly but surely the damaging host
began to take away, all the memories
you treasured most.

I watched you as you searched for words
and much to often, your laughter has
gone unheard.

As the days pass now slowly and painfully
away; I see the child, as with your blanket
you play.

Once your daughter and a friend, and
now you search your mind, for who
I am.

I wash your clothes and clean the floors
cook for you, bath you, speak for you and
so much more.

I creep into your room through out the night
to make sure everything is in its place.
Even making sure your night lite isn't shinning
in your face.

Emotions sometimes come rushing over me
as I watch you fade away and silver quickly
takes it's permanent place.

I find myself when I am with you, wanting
my thoughts to share; Then at that very 
moment missing the closeness of the mother
I always believed would be there.

Late last night as I stood at your door and
watched you sleep; I prayed to the Lord to
give us both strength.

I know one day, just like all children do;
You'll leave me, except I will be forever 
left missing you.

When you have gone to Heaven, our life
will once again have changed roles.
I will be the old woman waiting to be
called home.

The look of understanding will be left upon
my face as acceptance sets in from knowing,
that someday we will be together again.

Alzheimer's, the pain remains.

Poem Details | by Emma Major |
Categories: blessing, emotions, family, inspiration, life, love, mother daughter,

Treasured Moments

Treasure every moment
Every little thing
Every sight you see
Every word you sing
One day
Far away
It will be
Just a memory
To recall
And re-see

Treasure every beautiful thing
Every bird in the tree
Every flower in bloom
Every joy you see
You might
One day
Loose sight
And then that
So important
It will be

Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: age, emotions, mother daughter,

Who Is This Woman I Love

She was beauty, softness and she was grace.
She was loves maintained, ever giving face.
She was forgiveness in gesture soothing pace.
She trimmed my self-worth with maternal lace.
She was my one dependable home place.
Forever, I will gratefully bear her trace.

Now eight decades render her most changed.
No longer is joy or logic found in her campaign.
She clutches bitterness to allow its reign
as though bitter be her only lifetime gain.
She seems to fist, produce and seed blame.
She bruises the past with a grim, ugly stain.

How I miss and desire the woman I knew
whose wisdom aided me on and through.
I long for the laughter that would ensue
whenever we gathered alone, just us two.
I cry for the woman I always turned to
whenever I was joyous, confused or blue.

She is my beloved Mother and she is not.
My best attempts fail as her remedy sought.
I break in dark pieces seeing her so caught
in the bitter web of resentment’s sick plot.
I know not if karma fated her this distraught
or what spiritual truth may ease both our knots.

..CayCay Jennings
November 30, 2016

Poem Details | by Elizabeth Kinch |
Categories: angel, baby, bereavement, heaven, loss, love, mother daughter,


O-n this Easter day God took you up to heaven.
L-ong days and nights followed, especially for your mummy who misses you with an
I-tensity that only a mother canA
V-acant hole in her heart, forever longing for you.
I-nvisible threads of love will always bind you together, you are mummy's
A-ngel, who is always with her.

Remembering my niece Olivia who left this world twenty two years ago, aged three months.

Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: absence, life, love, mom, mother daughter,


               Mama, I saw you in my dreams.
                  Your face lit up as I see you...

               I remember how you protect me..
       I remember how you tuck me as i want to sleep..
         I remember how you hold me when i'm sick..
         I remember how you smiled when i succeed..
            And how you cry each time I'm broken...

                         Mama, I miss you...
                  I don't say, i love you much...
                    But I put it in many ways...
                    I want you be proud of me...
                 I want you not be scared of me...

          Trust me, I can manage & pass any storm.
                      Trust me, I'll not give up..
                 Trust me, I am no child no more
Trust me, I'm putting into actions what you want me to be...

              Mama, I wish we shared more hugs...
                   I wish we had more strolls...
                   I wish we sang more songs..
                  I wish we do gardening again..
            I wish, I'll make your pastries again...

                       Mama, my only mama
                   I love you in thousand ways..
             Carrying me nine months carefully...
                      Please on your birthday..
                         Be happy and merry...

                      I am your second daughter..
           Who have been loving you better and better...

12:25 pm

note: this poem is made and inspired by my mama, for whom have always been with me all the time and who have never stopped loving me.thank you ma...


Poem Details | by MARION MWANGI |
Categories: best friend, child, love, mother daughter,


She loved the fit
Yours were big, calloused and hard
Working hands you called em
Hers’ were soft, small
Angel hands you liked to tease her
Yet you held her ooh so tenderly
And you never smashed her up

Her little hands dirty with mud
You held them under the rushing water
She tried to catch the rainbow bubbles
As you scrubbed them clean...her little hands.

She watched you clean
And begged to help
You smiled and held her little hands
‘’they are so small this hands
Wait till they grow,’’ you said
But still you helped her think she helped.

She watched your hands till the land
And guide her little growing hands,
You smiled and said “my angel is growing.”
She watched them grow gain strength
She watched them learn all you could teach them
Well now she laughs and says,” sit and rest put your feet up
My little hands will help you now.”
Her little hands your perfect fit.

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: i love you, mother daughter, tribute,


My wonderful mother who I love and adore From the day I was born you have been my mentor You give me a huge smile when I walk through the door I cherish time spent with you like never before M Monorhyme Contest Sponsored by Broken Wings 12 syllables per line Checked with how many syllables 04~12~17

Poem Details | by Caitlyn Milks |
Categories: beautiful, child, daughter, emotions, flower, mother daughter, sweet,

A Mothers Love

Fresh lavender, vibrant peonies, towering sunflowers, 
Mystery unnamed flowers, and a sweet young girl in the center of it all
You would think among all of the flowers 
Your smelling ability would be overwhelmed with florals, 
But she had a sparkly, strawberry sorbet smelling chapstick 
That was so strong, it was all you could smell
Two rose bushes to the left, was her mother watching in amazement 
As her daughter, like any other child, examined each petal, 
Smelled each smell, and named each blooming plant a name that came to her creative brain
The sparkle among the mother’s eyes grew as she watched 
Her daughter grow her own light of life within her
One simple tear was released from the mother’s eyes in these moments 
And as it fell to the ground the precious child found a perfect blossom
She ran to her mother and laid it in her cupped palms 
Instantly, the girl was joyfully swept in the air as a gentle kiss was laid on her cheek
The mother and daughter danced to their own music in their heads
They gathered lavender, peonies, and as many mystery flowers as they could 
In a brown woven basket
Later, they laid down with their faces to the sky 
Looking at each cloud that floated by to depict what picture was created
In the center of that flower field lay smashed petals, 
Not because a raged force wreaked havoc on innocent flowers, 
But instead it was a mother expressing 
Her unconditional love for her child.

Poem Details | by Leanne Lovejoy-Burton |
Categories: child, daughter, inspiration, life, love, mother, mother daughter,

My Daughter My Nation

"My Daughter My Nation"

The climate of Georgia
is diverse, 
considering the nation’s
small size.

She walks with her head 
held high, 
ultra dignified
My daughter,
whom I love “Most".

I am her Black Sea,
her West Coast.
Familiar, yet -
uncharted territory
a foreign country drowned,
a mysterious
unconquered frontier.

Always close, 
my tides touch her shore,
then recede.
She dips her toes, 
considers which boat
to launch off in,
which adventure to seize.

Waves of a Mother -
calm then stormy seas,
low tides, high tides, 
cool deep waters,
then LOVE's blistering
burning breeze.

In water’s introspection
A natural evolution 
from station to station,
perfect reflection, an observation -
“TAKE LIFE!”, Ocean calls
to her Nation, 
without hesitation.

Courage of Child-no-longer.
Independent, clever 
Woman now, she’s “BECOMING” -
Stronger and stronger.
Familiar, yet -

Uncharted territory
a foreign country 
a mysterious, 
unconquered frontier,
that's My Daughter, 
My Nation.

No maps required, 
straight to the HEART -
Simple, pure magic vibration,
this my celebration,
My Daughter 
Queen of your own
Evolving, Stronghold Nation,

(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)



Poem Details | by Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly |
Categories: child, children, love, mother daughter, mother son,

Mama Bear

Do not mess with Mama Bear; leave her cubs alone
Or the life you place in peril, could well be your own.
Papa Bear can be ferocious and attack, this is true,
But Mama Bear will do damage and deliver hell 'to' you.

Mama Bear's most treacherous when she is protecting;
Mess with her cubs and she'll definitely be collecting.
Payback is a bitch and know, it will surely be in spades.
You'll wish she was just an alligator in the Everglades!

By the time you realise she's hot upon your trail,
All your efforts to escape will be to no avail.
She'll never lose your scent nor stray from her mission,
Until 'her' satisfaction comes to its fruition.

This could take a looooong time and it likely will,
Since hurting a Mama's cub comes with an attached bill,
A debt that is unpayable according to Mama Bear.
Threaten her world, you will have agony to spare!

Her cubs are her lifeHer apron strings aren't ever cut.
If you dare to harm her cubs, expect a new hole in your butt!
She'll accept no excuses; for life you'll be in debt.
On her hook you shall remain and she never will forget!

Hurt a cub of hers and she will surely hunt you down
And only verbs will follow; there's no action in a noun.
The dictionary has no word to describe Mama Bear's wrath
And her ways of retribution are incalculable by math.

Let this be a warning with an urgency to heed.
Dismiss and disregard and face a law decreed.
Mama Bears, when their cub's wellness is at stake,
Seek their own justice should you make this mistake!

Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2018-04-14 00:23:00 (EDT) 
All rights reserved.

Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: love, mother daughter,

sorrow is my scar


sorrow is my scar that I keep hidden deep within my heart from the world
it never heals but will bleed forevermore when I think of you mother dear 
and I do we lived in a fine house with a garden full of beautiful flowers
we took care of them together drinking tea in the shade and we would talk 
I loved our country drives and how we always got lost (but discovered lots)
I miss your laughter like church bells ringing although you battled illness
mom you were the most courageous person I have or will ever know
as a child you held me close whispering I love you every single day
as a teenager and young woman you forgave me everything I did
as an adult you were my anchor the reason I am this me
and when you lay sick and dying that was my hand holding
and since that day you left me I float like a drifting cloud
I would like to go back to your garden, mother dear
and lay among your scented flowers
I would gather all of them up 
oh, wait at Heaven's gate
I will come one day
or is that a fairy
tale, I tell

June 1, 2018

Poetry/Narrative/sorrow is my scar
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1028-163-01
All Rights Reserved Written Under Pseudonym.

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: love, mother daughter,


Memories from the past come flooding back Mum's bright sparrow like eyes sparkle as we sit side by side on her bed reminiscing laughing Her arms are like wizened twigs parchment like skin almost translucent yields to my touch I gently massage cream onto her hands as she drinks in the sweet scent of lavender Mum puts her tiny hand on mine ‘You’re my life’ she whispers A stray teardrop trickles from my eye I’m her life... she’s my world (written with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat) Friday 21st September 2018

Poem Details | by BE Bailey |
Categories: love, mother daughter,

This love mom has for you

Today you are 7 months
How quick the time has passed
The day you were born
Showed mom a different kind of love

You will never understand this love
‘Til one day you become a mother too
My Darling…you will then experience
This love mom has for you

Your smile lights up mommy’s world
In ways I cannot explain
My little bundle of perfect
Worth all the labour pain

I vow to always love you
On my knees for you I’ll pray
May all the happiness in the world
You’ll experience on your way

You will never understand this love
‘Til one day you become a mother too
My Darling...You will then experience
This love mom has for you

Poem Details | by BE Bailey |
Categories: love, mother daughter,

I will not choose for you, but I hope you choose well

You are only just a baby girl 
Moms' forever happiest thing in this world.
But one day you will grow up too
And will probably meet a guy or two.

Don't let a guy treat you bad my child 
Don't let those little emotions run so wild
That you forget what you deserve
And end up settling for things less than your worth

I promise to not choose for you
But mom wish that you will choose well

My darling child you will fall in love
But pray for a guy from the good Lord above
Settle for someone who appreciate you
And making you happy is what he wants to do

Don't lose your voice in this thing called love
Don't ever feel like you're not good enough
Find your voice and stand up for what's right
Fight for your heart with all your might

I promise Mom will not choose for you
But Mom hope that you will choose well

Go after the things you always wanted
But not a guy who take you for granted
Love him, but not if you have to long to be loved
My child pray for a guy from above

Even if your little heart should break one day
Don't hang on to things not worth the stay
You can come to mom and pour out your heart
And together we'll pray for a good guy from God

Mom promise to not choose for you
But mom hope that you will choose well

I hope you will make the right choices in life
That to a good husband you'll one day be wife
A forever kind of happiness and being treated well
Not with a guy making you feel you can't be yourself

There is a chance that your little heart may break
Mom can't promise that life is a piece of cake
But you can come to mom and pour out your heart
Together we'll pray for a good man from God

Mom promise to not choose a guy for you
But mom pray that you will choose well

Don't just give away your heart
Of your entire body it's the most fragile part
You don't have to keep your heart forever
But open it to a guy to whom your heart matter

You are exceptional and worth all the love
From the guy you prayed from the good Lord above
One thing that will make you sad 
Is if you settle for a guy who treat you bad

Mom promise to not choose a guy for you
But my love mom hope you'll choose well

*Dedicated to my 11 month old daughter who will one day fall in love*

Poem Details | by Cindi Rockwell |
Categories: cancer, daughter, family, love, mother, mother daughter,

What Lasts

I stare at my baby’s perfect bald head,
Watching her chest rise and fall,
Her precious lips poised for her next feeding.
I wonder if this is my last sleepless night spent drinking in her infantile perfection.

My little girl starts Kindergarten today,
Pretty plaid dress and sparkly shoes,
A backpack with her favorite princess on it.
I wonder if this is my last time knowing that she’ll miss me as much as I’ll miss her.

I just left my beautiful protege at college,
A new dorm room with movie posters
And everything important to her proudly displayed.
I wonder if this is the last time she’ll call our house her home.

The amazing woman I birthed is 23.
Cancer now consumes her body
And my time, driving to chemo, holding her hand, praying until my knees give out.
I wonder if this is the last treatment — the one that will end her pain.

I stare at my baby’s perfect bald head,
Reminded of when she was a newborn.
But this time I’m not feeling the joy, only fear.
I wonder if this will be the last time I hold this exceptional soul in my arms.

I stare at the lovely woman beneath my tree,
Her short, curly hair a welcome change,
Making her blue eyes sparkle even more than the Christmas lights.
And I am certain this will not be the last time I thank my God for a miracle.

November 28, 2018

Poem Details | by Casarah Nance |
Categories: mother, mother daughter, my child, parents,

I Love You Already Baby

Explosion of every emotion,
  a rickty, tickty, roller coaster ride.
Acrobatics of anxiety
  it's my pure joy, I cannot hide.

I've got this life growing inside me.
  my blood is making her heart beat.
I can feel the tumbling movements
  and every push of her little feet.

Cravings like I've never known,
  bacon bits on a vanilla ice cream cone,
As my body gets bigger quicker,
  I realized I will never be alone.

Everything must be ready,
  the baby needs a teddy bear.
I know this girl will be a beauty,
  I need some ribbons for her hair.

I toss and turn all the night long,
  I'm so nervous and excited I could cry.
A heart full of love, I'm growing wings,
  I'm so ready that I can't wait to fly.

Then comes the day, my little girl
  takes her first breath and melts my soul.
We are two pieces of the same puzzle,
 and this lovely girl makes me whole.

Date: 7-28-2018
_daughter is 7 now_ :) :)

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: health, inspirational love, memory, mother daughter,


She lay on the hospital bed like a grotesque monster barely recognisable.. head swollen face battered with vivid bruising hair matted with crusty coagulated blood the scans revealed two bleeds on her brain After nine years Her short term memory is Her short memory is Her memory is f a d i n g She’ll always be my amazing mum But sadly with just a little bit missing Brain Injury Contest My mum had a fall in the street on 6th November 2009; our lives have never been the same since 12/27/18

Poem Details | by Anna Hopper |
Categories: growth, i love you, mother daughter, my child,

Grow for Molly

Grow tall
Grow your horizons, wide
Grow up
Grow on the inside
Grow yourself, all around
Tower above me
And smile down
You can grow, rapid
Or you can grow slow
Grow at your own pace
As long as you grow
Grow a little
But baby please
Don’t grow away