vomit on the stairs
a qualmish situation
where is a mother
super moms run the world
they know your business
their hearts are clearly unfurled
they zoom in and out day and night
soothing hard feelings,
making the neighbors feel right
they drop in at schools with cookies and such
your teachers love them
they have the magical touch
super moms know how to deal with daddies too
they cheer them up if they try to be blue
super moms run the world
they know your business
their hearts are clearly unfurled
they zoom in and out day and night
soothing hard feelings,
making the neighbors feel right
they drop in at schools with cookies and such
your teachers love them
they have the magical touch
super moms know how to deal with daddies too
they cheer them up if they try to be blue
Turns into long day
making lunch and washing clothes
no time for cat nap
You don't need a baby in your tummy
To be labeled as a mommy
As long as you give a child
Love to last them quite a while
You can be an aunt that shares
Laughter that dries all sad tears
Sharing smiles every day
Keeping the dark clouds away
A godmother full of love
That will always push and shove
Away the dangers in the night
That can cause a scary fright
A new stepmother who will be
Part of a loving family
Promising to be there
When you need guidance and care
A foster mom who wants to make
A lonely child's bad heartache
Go away and stop forever
By signing an adoption letter
Look around and you will see
Mom types living differently
But the same in many forms
Keeping children safe and warm
No one in the family can make Mom’s beef and noodles
Lavishing them over her freshly mashed potatoes now
Her crunchy corn pudding is sitting next door.
Waiting for the crisp radish, carrot, lettuce salad to be added.
Pumpkin pie completed the masterpiece.
Hello Mom I say to heaven.
noodles over potatoes
with Iowa beef
made by my mom, Lucille,
best meal ever
taste it in my dreams
memory
yum
I have another piece that's too long for here - so it's in "Short Stories."
It's called "doctor mom" - about my mom and being home.
I know I could take things out - to make the piece shorter and fit here - but then it's not what I wanted to say *shrug*
Here's the link
URL: https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/doctor_mom_9483
I hope you like it!
Mom is a lullaby on the long nights,
the divine melody of purest love.
Her calm eyes emanate heavenly lights
like all the twinkling shooting stars above.
Mom is an angel who has big powers,
A soothing balm is the touch of her hands,
Her breath is the perfume of spring flowers,
Mom always listens, and she understands.
Each morning Mom is the first friendly smile,
A charming fairy from magical worlds,
She has her beauty and her unique style,
MOM holiest word among all the words.
Happy Mother's Day to all Moms out there,
We thank you for your love and all your care.
Life building is your calling
upon faith strength, prevailing
trusting God Who’s propelling
your mission in care-giving.
With the Lord propping your zest
patience you show by love’s best
steadfast though challenges test
praying for progress that’s blest.
Life builders … such a great role
to raise kids well is your goal
mentoring to heart and soul
divine task along hope’s pole.
God surely beholds your deed
fulfilled by His grace indeed
as you sow compassion’s seed
that meets every orphan’s need.
As parents to the fatherless
and moms to the motherless
your good works nevertheless
will never become fruitless.
Building lives midst loving light
you serve as Moms day and night
guiding children to use truth-might
while in Christ you delight.
Thanks for your kind engagement
surely precious commitment
dear and priceless involvement
beyond earthly investment.
*Colossians 1:4 …We heard of your faith in Christ Jesus, and of the love which ye have to all…
May 3, 2022
1st place, "A Mother's Love, Tributes of Love for Mother's Day" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley; judged on 5/3/2022.
Thou mothers of daughters, I hope you can hear me say,
How blessed we are for the courage and strength that thou teach.
To be independent, to be encouraged to try new things.
Hear thee they moms, for it is you who teaches us.
To be the women of future years to come.
To stand up and speak and to be heard.
To be educated in any field.
To carry ourselves with strength and confidence.
For the women of today,
even stand beside thy men.
In battles like they never once could.
To earn paychecks to pay for their families to be fed.
Thank you thy moms.
For you believed in thee.
To carry on in life as once it never was.
To be a strong woman, to teach the way you did.
For women to go farther in life.
To gain confidence, courage and passion.
To be heard, to learn and most of all.
Be like you dear moms
Women
An ode to women
The ones that carry us
The ones that raise us
The ones that care for us
The ones that support us
The ones that picked us up when we fell down
Moms, nanas, meemaws, grannies, mimis
So many names for the first ones who loved us
The women of our family
Are the reason for our survival
They guide so we do not fail
But when we do they are still there.
Women
An ode to women
The ones that carry us
The ones that raise us
The ones that care for us
The ones that support us
The ones that picked us up when we fell down
Moms, nanas, meemaws, grannies, mimis
So many names for the first ones who loved us
The women of our family
Are the reason for our survival
They guide so we do not fail
But when we do they are still there.
Whispers drift across the heart
Touched by light across the chest
Warmth filled with words of gentle love
Caress my soul now
In breath taken away
In souls drifting
Take my hand
Filled with love I carry on my back
The box that was once life
A journey now filled with ups and downs
The lost son weep’s for his mothers soul
Pain filled sorrow hiding in darkness
Light forbidden to shine inward
Lost joy bring no cheer to any holiday
Only thoughts that bring tears not cheers stream down the cheeks of a boy
Just a boy
A boy
Who’s mom is in heaven
Mama knows
we’ll be celebrating
a sadness—
weeping.
she needs flowers—
carnations, her favorite.
her birthday this week.
(dad’s birthday comes first)
shall we place long stems
alongside the purple urn?
i’m crying—
that’s all that’s left.
ashes, we shan’t peek.
we must believe
they are contained;
we must believe
mom’s home
in heaven.
i hope her heart beats
so loud
we don’t miss
the kisses she throws
as we cheer
with her favorite
Manhattans.
three cheers
with cherries—
clinking, a sigh.
won’t be a dry
eye. I
still see her last sleep.
I tug at her cross.
O what a loss.
Mama we miss you.
9/10/2021
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