Maricris Duran Cabrera, Dumaguete, Negros Oriental, Philippines
Love's Perception
Is there a better way to say
thank you
There's no denying this girl, just a clue
Has a million words woven into rhymes
Little handprints to remind you at times.
There's no denying this girl, just a clue
Has a million words woven into rhymes
Little handprints to remind you at times.
Alone in this world;
wretched, it's been long days
Deep sunken eyes shall have thriftless praise
Tumultuous wails in precious cradles
For your heart grew sodden with sparkle tears.
Deep sunken eyes shall have thriftless praise
Tumultuous wails in precious cradles
For your heart grew sodden with sparkle tears.
Over the years oh, for so
many ways
Rekindling your failing light, fading gaze
It burns there oft on your day and night watch
Wasn't she the best when depressed at one glance?
Rekindling your failing light, fading gaze
It burns there oft on your day and night watch
Wasn't she the best when depressed at one glance?
Latter days bring love beyond
perception
Your mind was full of thoughts and reflection
Now that we have grown tomorrow will be
A night away, love imbued e'er shall be.
Your mind was full of thoughts and reflection
Now that we have grown tomorrow will be
A night away, love imbued e'er shall be.
© 2019 Maricris Cabrera
David W Palmer, Auburn, Washington, USA
soft,
I asked her why she was,
“God knew little boys needed comfort,
so he made their mommies like pillows.”
and you knew how to do just that.
© 2019 david w palmer
mom
one day in May is not enough
for every living breathing moment
you give love, hope, encouragement
for who I am and who I may become
© 2019 david w palmer
Saroja Krishnamurthy, Bangalore, Karnataka, India
Mother,
Not just an woman!
An epitome of love.
Not just an woman!
An epitome of love.
The truth of this world
is in her relatedness
which cannot be counted
Nor measured
Nor abstracted
is in her relatedness
which cannot be counted
Nor measured
Nor abstracted
Mother
is a symbol of
creative power,
eternal inspiration
to man in all
walks of life.
is a symbol of
creative power,
eternal inspiration
to man in all
walks of life.
Home and children
binds her,
Yet she does all
fully dedicated
sacrificing
her personal desires.
binds her,
Yet she does all
fully dedicated
sacrificing
her personal desires.
Mother
Writes the
poetry of life
in free verse
So beautifully.
Writes the
poetry of life
in free verse
So beautifully.
Her work in life itself
very spiritual
in nature and
this lifts her
Above the
worldly standards.
very spiritual
in nature and
this lifts her
Above the
worldly standards.
A small girl
Slowly blooms
Into a beautiful flower
imparting joy
to the mind and souls
of all those
surrounding her
Slowly blooms
Into a beautiful flower
imparting joy
to the mind and souls
of all those
surrounding her
© 2019 B.S.Saroja
Arun Sharma, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India
Though it may be Mother's Day
Which hadn't been hers
Can anyone say
Which hadn't been hers
Can anyone say
I have no words
To encompass her magic
The day she left
Was the most tragic
To encompass her magic
The day she left
Was the most tragic
I exist today
because of that icon
She can't be tied
To any word of lexicon.
because of that icon
She can't be tied
To any word of lexicon.
© 2019 Arun Sharma
Rasma Raisters, Daytona Beach, Florida
Brightest Star
Yours was the first smile,
I saw in this world,
the first loving touch I felt.
We weathered life’s journey together,
your wisdom I did seek,
you laughing brown eyes,
shone with love.
Now I miss you, mama,
but the memories do shine,
I know you’re the brightest star,
In the heavens above –
shining your love down on me.
I saw in this world,
the first loving touch I felt.
We weathered life’s journey together,
your wisdom I did seek,
you laughing brown eyes,
shone with love.
Now I miss you, mama,
but the memories do shine,
I know you’re the brightest star,
In the heavens above –
shining your love down on me.
© 2019 R.Raisters
Iram "Kiean" Iradat, Karachi, Pakistan
Sweet,
As the wind blows
Over the softest petals
With the strongest fragrance
As the wind blows
Over the softest petals
With the strongest fragrance
Strength
Of a deep rooted tree
None can shake
Sturdy in storm
Of a deep rooted tree
None can shake
Sturdy in storm
Wise
As years of instilled knowledge
Raised in a garden of intellectuals
Gained from the years bygone
As years of instilled knowledge
Raised in a garden of intellectuals
Gained from the years bygone
Dignity
Strength to succumb to none
Standing strong till the end
Toughfened of hurtful jibes and pain
Strength to succumb to none
Standing strong till the end
Toughfened of hurtful jibes and pain
Mom
You were the sun, the moon
The stars beaconing my blinded sight
It still shines the brightest
You were the sun, the moon
The stars beaconing my blinded sight
It still shines the brightest
© 2019 kiean
Craig J. Burt, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
She gave me life
Her love guides me
Taught me right from wrong
& encourages me to be the best I can be
Happy Mother's Day
Sincere blessings to you always!
Her love guides me
Taught me right from wrong
& encourages me to be the best I can be
Happy Mother's Day
Sincere blessings to you always!
© 2019 Craig J. Burt
Freye Hudson, Goole, East Riding, Yorkshire, England
TO BE A MOTHER
Do we ever
really know How to be a Mother.
Each Story Different none the same
My first when a Single Parent
From her Father no Help at all
I was also doing a course at
Social Services
Dear Friend and Tutor now Gone
She had a great old mini van
Took all Course Papers everywhere
I finished mine in Hospital
While expecting my first
Only six weeks "maternity Leave "
Then back to work I went
She was a Lovely Little Girl
Just 6 bs 12 oz her weight
I hated it when I went back to
Our maternity home
Just wanted to get back to my
Little Home
Family Dr wonderful
Took some persuasion but
Said you need your Rest
But allowed me to Leave 2 days
Early
Which was definitely the Best
Five years later I met my future
Husband Who became my man
Honestly wasn't really in my plan
We got married while my mother
Still alive
Eighteen months later a new baby
was expected.
My mother wasn't Happy why I'm
Not really Sure
Maybe because he was just much
younger than me.
In the End the Fact remained
IT was us that were together.
So a bouncing baby turned up.
Was a Giant 8lbs 5oz was enough
For me.
Sorry I'm still in Pounds can't
do with kilograms.
We are Together only 36 years
Both of them get along
Really very well
My older girl is practical
Very like my mum
But the Younger one"Daddy's Girl "
So many ups and downs
We're just a Different Generation
Sometimes I upset them
Really Don't know what I've Done
But you have to make up again
For the sake of Everyone
I really must admit
It's Baby's that I adore
Small and Bouncy
Some just like Plumb Puddings
It doesn't matter too me
But it's Lovely to have 2 daughters
Even though not always "Rosy "
We Love them with "All our Hearts "
Maybe that can be the "Fault "
You see
But it's so very Different for Each
Mother that I surely would Agree.
The Younger one seems ever joined
To my "Umbilical Cord "
Thank Goodness my older Girl
Had Decidedly Broken Free .
Each Story Different none the same
My first when a Single Parent
From her Father no Help at all
I was also doing a course at
Social Services
Dear Friend and Tutor now Gone
She had a great old mini van
Took all Course Papers everywhere
I finished mine in Hospital
While expecting my first
Only six weeks "maternity Leave "
Then back to work I went
She was a Lovely Little Girl
Just 6 bs 12 oz her weight
I hated it when I went back to
Our maternity home
Just wanted to get back to my
Little Home
Family Dr wonderful
Took some persuasion but
Said you need your Rest
But allowed me to Leave 2 days
Early
Which was definitely the Best
Five years later I met my future
Husband Who became my man
Honestly wasn't really in my plan
We got married while my mother
Still alive
Eighteen months later a new baby
was expected.
My mother wasn't Happy why I'm
Not really Sure
Maybe because he was just much
younger than me.
In the End the Fact remained
IT was us that were together.
So a bouncing baby turned up.
Was a Giant 8lbs 5oz was enough
For me.
Sorry I'm still in Pounds can't
do with kilograms.
We are Together only 36 years
Both of them get along
Really very well
My older girl is practical
Very like my mum
But the Younger one"Daddy's Girl "
So many ups and downs
We're just a Different Generation
Sometimes I upset them
Really Don't know what I've Done
But you have to make up again
For the sake of Everyone
I really must admit
It's Baby's that I adore
Small and Bouncy
Some just like Plumb Puddings
It doesn't matter too me
But it's Lovely to have 2 daughters
Even though not always "Rosy "
We Love them with "All our Hearts "
Maybe that can be the "Fault "
You see
But it's so very Different for Each
Mother that I surely would Agree.
The Younger one seems ever joined
To my "Umbilical Cord "
Thank Goodness my older Girl
Had Decidedly Broken Free .
© 2019 Fshudson
Gelda Castro (Gel Poetry Garden), Rio de Janiero, Brazil
Mother ...
Sweet sound that reminds us
of the sense of peace, security, protection, safe harbor ...
Sweet sound that reminds us
of the sense of peace, security, protection, safe harbor ...
Mother ...
gift from God, benevolent angel, shield against evil ...
gift from God, benevolent angel, shield against evil ...
Mother ... especial goodness being to lead our
first steps, first words, first attitudes ...
Mother ...
of infinite adjectives and qualities that would not fit here,
but, so well summarized in these few words:
who has mother has everything!
© 2019 Gel Poetry Garden
Maria Elvira Fernandes Correia, Brazil
Mother
word to loving
tender
word to loving
tender
caress
every day
the Same
every day
the Same
Lovely
on the heart find
Room Enough
on the heart find
Room Enough
© 2019 MEFC
Mirella Ester Pennone Masi, Pavia, Italy
Mamma,
anche questa notte ti ho sognata
mentre un profumo di violette
esalava dal tuo petto,
il profumo della tua primavera;
mutevole e fugace.
Dolci momenti della mia infanzia
ritornati ad arricchire i miei sogni
senza tempo;
mi è sembrato di udire la tua voce
cantare le operette, e schioccare
il tuo bacio sulle mie guance!
E c'è in tutto questo sentire
un rincorrere di luce,
si ha il senso della vicinanza
di cose remote,
di creature che hanno trasmesso in noi
il loro sangue:
tu ancora vivi in me!
anche questa notte ti ho sognata
mentre un profumo di violette
esalava dal tuo petto,
il profumo della tua primavera;
mutevole e fugace.
Dolci momenti della mia infanzia
ritornati ad arricchire i miei sogni
senza tempo;
mi è sembrato di udire la tua voce
cantare le operette, e schioccare
il tuo bacio sulle mie guance!
E c'è in tutto questo sentire
un rincorrere di luce,
si ha il senso della vicinanza
di cose remote,
di creature che hanno trasmesso in noi
il loro sangue:
tu ancora vivi in me!
*
Mama,
Even this night I dreamed of you
While a scent of violet
Breathes from your chest,
The Scent of your Spring;
Changeable and fleeting.
Sweet moments of my childhood
Back to enrich my dreams
Without time;
I thought I heard your voice
Singing the operettas, and snapping
Your kiss on my cheeks!
And There's in all this feeling
A chasing of light,
You have the sense of proximity
Of remote things,
Of creatures that have broadcast in us
Their Blood:
You still live in me!
© 2019 Mirella Ester Pennone Masi
Even this night I dreamed of you
While a scent of violet
Breathes from your chest,
The Scent of your Spring;
Changeable and fleeting.
Sweet moments of my childhood
Back to enrich my dreams
Without time;
I thought I heard your voice
Singing the operettas, and snapping
Your kiss on my cheeks!
And There's in all this feeling
A chasing of light,
You have the sense of proximity
Of remote things,
Of creatures that have broadcast in us
Their Blood:
You still live in me!
© 2019 Mirella Ester Pennone Masi
Matilde Cherchi, Sassari, Sardinia, Italy
A Mia Madre
Madre, dalle piccole mani
e dal cuore grande
De bambina ti osservavo
mentre affondavi le mani
nella madia preparando il pane
Madre, del bianco grembiule
e dalle gote rosse di fatica
Madre, che nascondevi le lacrime
nei dolci sorrisi
Madre mia generosa
Madre, dalle piccole mani
e dal cuore grande
De bambina ti osservavo
mentre affondavi le mani
nella madia preparando il pane
Madre, del bianco grembiule
e dalle gote rosse di fatica
Madre, che nascondevi le lacrime
nei dolci sorrisi
Madre mia generosa
TO MY MOTHER
Oh mother, with your small handsand such a big heart when I was a little girl I used to watch you dipping your hands in the cupboard to prepare our breadMother, in your white apron and the cheeks red for the effort you madeMother, for hiding from us the tearsbehind the sweetest smilesOh! Strong, kind-hearted mother
© 2019 Matilde Cherchi
Manmohan Rajbanshi, Morigaon, Assam, India
Mother
MAA, my dear mother
I search for youIn the blue sky.You are my heaven my help,
I ask you for nothing
You are my greatest treasure.
I feel you in my heart,
In ny mind and in love.
Feelme where you are now.
You brought me up
You seldom mentioned it,
Becayse of you, I see this beautiful world.
You taught me how to behave.
In the world around me, when I was unaware.
You lead me to follow the truth.
You tried to make me sleep
By singing lullabies under the night sky.
I noticed all the stars in the sky
I'm smaller, yet better than I thought.
You are the best mom for me, dear Mother.
(c) 2019 Manmohan Rajbanshi
MAA, my dear mother
I search for youIn the blue sky.You are my heaven my help,
I ask you for nothing
You are my greatest treasure.
I feel you in my heart,
In ny mind and in love.
Feelme where you are now.
You brought me up
You seldom mentioned it,
Becayse of you, I see this beautiful world.
You taught me how to behave.
In the world around me, when I was unaware.
You lead me to follow the truth.
You tried to make me sleep
By singing lullabies under the night sky.
I noticed all the stars in the sky
I'm smaller, yet better than I thought.
You are the best mom for me, dear Mother.
(c) 2019 Manmohan Rajbanshi
Toni Leigh Turner Wong, Portland, Oregon, USA
"Lavender and Light"
Ross Olmos, San Antonio, Texas
One mother
One sun
One birth of one mother
The moon's caress holds on thru the ages
Your life has just begun
A mother's caress lives on and on
A mother's love lives on like the light
And grows stronger every day
Forever more after she's gone
(c) 2019 R. Olmos
田宇 (Devil Bosa) Nanjing, Jiangsu Province, People's Republic of China
与母有寄
文/田宇
平生多已忘，浅敬一青觞。
独愧秋繁露，谁怜老菀堂？
年年愁问墨，岁岁晚听霜。
子母天心坒，安能不动肠？
独愧秋繁露，谁怜老菀堂？
年年愁问墨，岁岁晚听霜。
子母天心坒，安能不动肠？
Sending to Mother
Author/Tian Yu
Many people often forget her.
But today I have a good toast to my mother.
But today I have a good toast to my mother.
Now I think my mother is as decadent as the autumn tree.
Like most people,
I did not cherish her youth at that time.
Like most people,
I did not cherish her youth at that time.
Every year when I was away,
I thought that my mother would write lonely words.
And I'm missing her all the time.
I thought that my mother would write lonely words.
And I'm missing her all the time.
The hearts of all children in the world are connected by God.
Now facing my mother,
how can I not have the desire to cry?
Now facing my mother,
how can I not have the desire to cry?
Tomorrow is a holiday for mothers all over the world. May they be beautiful, healthy and long-lived forever.
Myrna Dupree Badgerow, Houma, Louisiana, USA
A MOTHER’S LOVE
I think of the life I’ve led
And the places I have been
And the journeys yet to take
As I travel once again.
I am forever reminded of words of wisdom
Spoken by my caring mother,
“Remember that you are no less
Than the next or the other.”
And the places I have been
And the journeys yet to take
As I travel once again.
I am forever reminded of words of wisdom
Spoken by my caring mother,
“Remember that you are no less
Than the next or the other.”
My blindness was not an obstacle
And she raised me to believe
That I could conquer
And I could achieve.
I wonder what she would say now
About this new journey given me...
A journey of vision never known,
A journey of miracles to see.
There would be no words
For I know what she would do...
She would walk beside me
And enjoy my vision too.
Yes, I am forever reminded
Of the continuous glow of a mother’s love...
It too is ‘always and forever’
Even when sent from above.
And she raised me to believe
That I could conquer
And I could achieve.
I wonder what she would say now
About this new journey given me...
A journey of vision never known,
A journey of miracles to see.
There would be no words
For I know what she would do...
She would walk beside me
And enjoy my vision too.
Yes, I am forever reminded
Of the continuous glow of a mother’s love...
It too is ‘always and forever’
Even when sent from above.
I cannot thank you enough, Momma, for all you let me ‘see’
But most of all I thank you for simply believing in me!
Happy Mothers’ Day with all my love
And gratitude for being the Momma that you were!
But most of all I thank you for simply believing in me!
Happy Mothers’ Day with all my love
And gratitude for being the Momma that you were!
© 2019 mdbadgerow
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