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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.
Helpless, 
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, 
cautiously, 
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.

But 
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
shoes
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,

CARMEN

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
Sponsor : TAMMY REAMS


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

Mesmerized

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 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.

1/1/2013


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,

Mother

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
Because 
One day
Hopefully 
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
Because
You might
One day
Loose sight
And then that
Memory
So important
It will be


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

MAMA, MY ONLY MAMA

               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...

by
olive_eloi
07/27/2013
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...

CONTEST: POEM FOR MOMMY
SPONSOR: LEONORA GALINTA
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Poem Details | by MARION MWANGI |
Categories: best friend, child, love, mother daughter,

HER LITTLE HANDS, YOUR PERFECT FIT

HER LITTLE HANDS, YOUR PERFECT FIT.
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 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 JAN ALLISON |
Categories: i love you, mother daughter, tribute,

MY AMAZING MOTHER

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

Olivia

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 Jim Pemberton |
Categories: christian, dedication, devotion, faith, family, forgiveness, hope, how i feel, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, life, love, mom, mother, mother daughter, mothers day, people, relationship, religion, religious, spiritual, thank you, thanks, uplifting,

A Mother's Love


A Mother’s Love… How precious is the love of a mother’s heart! Even as a child… It’s there from the start. A mother’s love knows no boundary or limit. It’s often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold… Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can’t be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a “guiding force…” Even if her children’s lives stray “off course.” I’m thankful for the love my mother’s given… It’s surely influenced the way I’ve been livin’! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I’m so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Bhavna khemlani |
Categories: beautiful, caregiving, child, daughter, dedication, devotion, faith, family, growing up, inspirational, life, love, mom, mother daughter,

Mother

Every heartbeat is bestowed upon,
Compassion embraces a child eternally
That uplifts a child’s soul in isolation in every way


Poem Details | by Perry Campanella |
Categories: community, culture, dad, daughter, devotion, education, family, father daughter, feelings, for children, for kids, friendship, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, husband, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, international, joy, marriage, men, mentor, mother daughter, niece, parents, poems, relationship, spiritual, teacher, teen, teenage, thank you, today, truth, voice, wisdom, world, youth,

Your My Dear Friend

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"


Poem Details | by Selena Martinez |
Categories: mother daughter, me, love, me,

You Inspire Me

You inspire me with the words I speak

You inspire me with the smile I share

You inspire me with the love I give others

You inspire me to be who I am

You inspire me to not be afraid

You inspire me to show my pride

You inspire me to encourage others

You inspire me to be independent

You inspire me with the personality I have

You inspire me to be a better person

For you inspire me with the love I share with you


Poem Details | by Christina Holmes |
Categories: angel, baby, beautiful, beauty, birth, birthday, black african american, children, christian, daughter, dedication, faith, for her, hope, innocence, joy, little sister, love, miracle, mom, mother, mother daughter, my child, my children, poetry, religious, sweet,

Blessing

Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
the moment
You
first squeezed my finger






Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: cancer, courage, dedication, family, farewell, god, goodbye, grandmother, heart, heaven, i love you, inspiration, love, mom, mother, mother daughter, mothers day, niece, poems, sister, son, strength,

We Are There With You

You do not stand alone in your Battle
Your battle is our Battle
We may not be there in body
But we are there with you in Spirit

We are there in every beat of your Heart
In every whisper of the wind
In every thought and every touch
Every breath and every sound
We are there with you

You are wrapped in an Endless chain of Love
In every link we each send you a part of us
We send you some of our Strength
Some of our will to Fight
Some of our Courage
The most important of them all
We send you all of our Love

If you feel you need more
Just give that Endless chain a little tug
And we'll be there
Tug til you need us no more
Then we'll know you've gone Home
 

______________________________________________________________
5/09/2014 Dedicated to my Aunt Nini, Wilma Thomas Gamble for Mother's DaySadly she lost her Battle w/ Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer on 5/30/2014.


Poem Details | by TAMMY REAMS |
Categories: beauty, child, daughter, first love, love, mother daughter, wedding,

My Daughter and Son-in -law

So beautiful they are in their hearts soul and mind
Sweet laughter and logic they will never leave behind

Each one as unique as a precious gem
Of a special love that only they can give

Their minds on an endless flight
Will always soar high and out of sight

As the stars start to light the sky at night
and you see a star flash that has gone by

Remember the love that I give you
To my daughter and son who will always be one.

T Reams   for my sweet daughter Amber and son in law Adam


Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: best friend, feelings, friendship, i love you, love, mother, mother daughter,

I Wish

I wish I would have been there with you
Throughout my whole life
Watching you get old and tired
Watching your hair turn white

I wish I could have been there with you
Those many years ago
When you fought your biggest battle
When you suffered so

I wish I could have been there with you,
Every single day
Never of missed a phone call
Never missed a chance to say, hey

You are the only person
That was always there for me
From the moment I took my first breath
You held me so proudly

And now I hold you on my breast
We shall never be apart
And when you gently close your eyes
You’ll forever be in my heart 


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.23.2014
Mother Daughter Relationship


Poem Details | by Betty Bateson |
Categories: emotions, love, mother daughter, mothers day,

Mother

I had often failed to see the love you freely gave to me
Protecting my innocence through all that life threw at me
Teaching me to see in myself what you always saw in me
You taught me love and grace by giving yourself completely

Then I became the Mother blessed with children of my own
To love and cherish daily with that same love you had shown
To have a child to love and teach is a precious gift to share
Memories of your love stay close because I know you care

My daughter is a Mother now with children of her own
She is busy with their lives but always has time to phone
I know she loves each child as they are hers and mine
The biggest gift a mother can give is truly the gift of time


Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: baby, beautiful, best friend, birth, bridal shower, care, career, caregiving, character, child, childhood, children, dad, daughter, desire, grandfather, grandmother, happiness, happy, heart, heaven, i love you, innocence, moon, mother, mother daughter, mothers day, sweet, thanksgiving, together,

Mom - You are my harmonious World

                       The poem is dedicated to my Mom..My bestest buddy ever..
                                         wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 Mom - You are my harmonious World!!!! 


      MOM you are a beautiful angel who always had an great heart of making my problems simpler..just cant compare you with anyone in this world..You have been moonlighting in my life since many years..you are my shadow,you are my strength,you are great friend of my mine..thanks for being the bestest mom ever in my life..you struggled so hard for curving my career,u painted ma life with colourful rainbows,thanks for ur patience when I get panicked,you knw how to handle me..My life will be incomplete without you..I can't spend a single day without having thought abt you..you always shower with an unconditional love..you are the  mesmerised persona..who lime lighted my life..my world..Wish you a very happy birthday and happy mother's day too..Love you mummy..



wrote by:
Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare


Poem Details | by juliet Hail |
Categories: for children, growing up, growth, miss you, mom, mother, mother daughter,

a mothers love

 a mothers love is stronger than all and she knows her daughter better than all 
a mothers love is never bitter and never vengefully 
a mothers love is always kind and there no matter what you do
a mothers love is forever a bond between a girl and her mother is always a strong on but it gets stronger as they grow up and it gets even stronger as the girl moves away calls and calls then less and less...then you worried about the bond but no worries that's a bond that cant be broken nor replaced


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: anger, bullying, childhood, evil, holocaust, mother daughter, racism, truth, world,

Southern Love Southern hate

Southern love,  Southern hate 
they are the opposite of each other 
 I have  memories of both in the State I love dearly.

Going back to a old plantation home in the South ,
as a child I played in the many Pecan trees , collecting baskets upon baskets of fresh pecans

the smell of fresh pies , of pecan and rhubarb , oh my Mom took the prize

One afternoon , School was out , it was in summer  , reminisce of fresh lemonade 
My Mother called my name 'child come in here now " in the middle of the day ' 
she many times called and I would hide in this paradise full of honeysuckle and pecans

This time the tone was one of fear , and alert , "come inside Now"
 I ran to the top of the old plantation stairs to my Mother
I saw in the distance what seemed to be a parade in the day

This time the parade was of people in "white sheets ' going door to door,
just like salesman they would knock , they would greet
my Mother said " We have no time for this here " leave now , and leave fastyours is only teachings of Discriminate

she sent them quickly away , giving back the paper , the invite 
These people dressed in funny white  sheets  
only later I discovered what this was about 
Your Parents do their very best , to keep any Evil out

These people are not just from the South , they are all over the World 
Leaving me that day with no doubt Make the choice you have , we all do
Remember Gods Children are innocent , and many a color , they could be Blue ~


Poem Details | by Shelby Truelock |
Categories: angel, daughter, family, for her, i love you, mom, mother daughter,

A Mother's Love

Her words, her comfort,
It's not like any other.
Her touch is gentle, her words are kind,
It can only be my mother.

These days,
great moms are hard to find.
But I know I'm lucky,
because one of those great moms is mine.

It doesn't matter where I'm at,
she is always there.
I am blessed to say I have a loving mom
who genuinely cares.

Laughing or crying,
she is always by my side.
She has celebrated my accomplishments,
she has held me when I've cried.

Her love is like magic,
phenomenal and rare.
I know she loves me,
and I really, truly, care.

When I was born 13 years ago,
I was constantly sick
but I knew you would be there,
fast and quick

Her smile is delicate and sweet
and her huge, loving heart
can't be beat.

I had my first surgery
when I was 9 months old.
You both were so worried,
but then you were relieved when you were told.

I was alive, I was healthy!
You were both happy as could be.
Praising God for letting you have number three.

Ever since the day of my birth,
You have been there.
And I have no price for how much that's worth.

A mothers love is unexplainable,
mothers are strong, mothers are sustainable.

Parenting is a team effort
between you and your spouse.
You two have done a great job
running our house.

A mothers love is cherished by me,
it is placed close to my heart.
I know if she loves me forever, 
I will never fall apart.


Poem Details | by TaMara Goode |
Categories: black african american, child, daughter, mother daughter, hair, hair, love,

CHUBBY LITTLE GIRL: Ode to Bria Samone

I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.
A plump round face with chocolate 
on her nose,
for she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl.

What better gift for me in all the 
world,
wrapped in pink with lace and 
purple bows?
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.

Brown stains caress her mouth in 
one great swirl,
with a drop or two I saw upon her 
toes.
For she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl.

"I made a cake for you" she says, 
the whirls
around the room before she strikes 
a pose.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.

"A cake for me?" I ask the precious 
pearl,
I touch her sticky face and spotted 
clothes.
She'll always be my chubby baby 
girl.

Hand in hand around the room we 
twirl, 
when we stop, I laugh and pull her 
close.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.
For she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl








Poem Details | by Aiyah de Torres |
Categories: baby, bio, birthday, blessing, love, mother daughter,

In The Moment

I am in the cliff of death that moment.
The very first life I'm about to give birth.
You were on my side and held my hands so tight.
Assuring that tomorrow I'll see the precious one of my life.


I saw in your beautiful face that you feel all my pain.
Then teardrops suddenly fall in your eyes,
When you hear a little voice cried out loud.
The fruit of thy womb of your precious one.

You were with me from the day that I born,
Then helped me become a successful person.
You're also there when I fell and destroyed.
You never left when I needed you most.

I want to dedicate this little piece.
To my only mother here on Earth.
In the moment I first saw my angel.
You made me stronger until today.


Written on: December 28 ,2014
Written by : Aiyah De Torres