Easter time is upon us
Spring has come at last
Displaying all her beauty
Like a carpet she has cast
Out of the dreary winter
With colours of every shade
A breath-taking panorama
That Mother Nature has made
Frogs in the Lilly ponds
With frogspawn all around
Soon there will be tadpoles
Jumping up and down
Birds are also busy
Building with haste and zest
Making ready for new life
As they build their precious nest
Children prepare their Easter bonnets
Decorated with chicks eggs and glue
Display them at the Easter Parade
For the delights of me and you
It’s a time of new beginnings
To focus on new things to do
Be more positive in your thinking
To create a better future for you
Mothers Day will be upon us soon
How are we going to celebrate this event?
Shall we buy her chocolates and flowers?
Or buy her an expensive bottle of scent
We all take mothers for granted
Expecting she will always be there
She is always a good listener
And all your problems she will share
She sometimes becomes a nurse and a doctor
When you have hurt yourself at play
She will sit you upon her lap
Until the pain goes away
She will do these things all of your life
In sickness and in health
She will never give up on you
For a mother never thinks of her self
A champion to all of the family
At times she will have her say
For a mother is the kingpin of the family
So show your appreciation on this her special day
Mothers Day will be upon us soon
How are we going to celebrate this event?
Why not dedicate a poem to your Mother
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This saddest chore we will fulfil,
We women weak and weary still
From all these awful days have wrought,
We will embalm him as we ought.
But who will roll the stone away, and what about the guard?
So many things combined to make this day so very hard.
There’s the rich man’s garden, but what happened to the tomb?
My friends nervously approach and peer into the gloom.
An unknown voice calls, “He’s not here!” We scatter, terrified.
A minute later I return and take a look inside.
They’ve taken him! But where and why? What do they hope to gain?
Can’t they just allow us to endure our private pain?
“Please, sir, Mr Gardener, I do not mean to lurk,
Just tell me where you’ve taken Him, I’ll leave you to your work.”
“Mary,” says a voice I know, I look up in surprise,
And wipe the blurring tears from my disbelieving eyes.
It’s Him! He is alive and His body glorified!
“Teacher!” I said, so overjoyed to be there by his side.
“Do not cling to me,” He said, “I must still yet ascend
To my Father up in heaven, I am faithful to the end.”
“Go to all my brothers and tell them this from me:
I’m going to the glory that is mine eternally.”
That dawn began a whole new age, His rule began that day;
We’ll follow our beloved king, the Truth, the Life, the Way!
Newly hatched eggs
Bring little chicks,
And new born pigs
We hunt for eggs
And tasty sweets,
Lots of treats.
New sunny days
The winter has gone,
A bright spring sun.
Bright red skies
New things to see
Loving the Springtime
When Mary went to the tomb of Jesus on that first Easter morn
She knew that she had a problem that she must solve that day
She knew that the tomb with a large stone had been sealed
The problem was “who would help her roll the stone away?”
This is a problem that was not unique to them
And it is one that each one of us must face
For there are many stones in our life that need to be rolled away
Stones that hinder every member of the human race
The first stone to be rolled away is the stone of sin
A tendency which all of us have inherited
The desire that we should always please ourselves
Which shows that our salvation has not been merited
The second stone is the stone of unbelief
Which we have no faith in a future life in eternity
The belief that we must get as much as we can from our life on earth
Without excepting there is a future life in eternity
The third stone to be rolled away is the sin of pride
The feeling that we are superior to those we know
We may well be proud of our achievements
But humility is the other face we should show
The fourth stone to be rolled away is the sin of idolatry
When we worship Gods that have been made by man
Things which might not be bad in themselves
But not the God who was present when the world began
The fifth stone to be rolled away is the stone of prejudice
When we erect barriers between ourselves and others that we meet
Our conclusions are often drawn before all the facts are known
In other words we make our judgement before our knowledge is complete
And there are many other stones that need to be rolled away
If from the tomb of misery we are to be freed
For if we could live a truly happy life
We must live the kind of life God decreed
I often think of my childhood days
And the love that my mother showered on me
Helping me to achieve my ambitions
I become a respected member of society
Memories of her often come into my mind
And I remember the things she used to say
That if I wish to be a success in life
That hard work and honesty would pave the way
These words made a great impression on me
And although it is a long time since you passed away
Her impression helped to form my character
And that is why I am thinking of you today
My mother was the epitome of perfection
She was eighty nine when she passed away
Who left us with many happy memories
Of everything she did and everything she had to say
For over sixty years she cared for her family
Which was composed of four girls and one boy
In spite of the many problems she had to face
She managed to fill our lives with joy
Memories of those times often come into my mind
These memories drive the sadness of her loss away
The efforts that she made and the joy she gave
Are remembered so on mothers day
Gentle she was, a young woman of means,
Beautiful in her Marcel Wave she was.
A hair dresser with her own shop
A teaser of hair and tresses.
Then the quiet Irish man took her eye and her heart.
Not impressed were her parents
With the young Irish trade unionist from the motor trade.
Time eventually brought them round to accept the vows
The young couple had made.
Grief she bore when her fist born
Died at six months. Brave she was to have more.
Three girls then two boys, and two more angels lost in-between.
Then after all was finished, me, making six.
Hard she worked to bring us up and support her quiet man
Who was there for her too.
Kind she was, good and open hearted she was.
The door always open to family and waifs and strays
Big hearted she was to all who past through our door.
Always there she was, with words of wisdom and comfort.
Her beautiful heart shone through her eyes.
Patient she was but there was temper there if needed,
She was not strong or mean but if needed
Her children and her man she would defend to the death!
Beautiful she was in features and in heart
There was no task she would not finish if she had made a start.
Cried for her daughters she did as her man gave them away
And when her sons married too she had a proud day.
Together alone again by themselves again.
Happy she was full of the business of her quiet man.
Yet she was always ready to talk and help and ease our pain.
Clever she was but not school or college wise
She was wise in life and love and truth and need.
Lonely she was when her man was taken,
Wept she did as she wanted to join him.
Lost she was without the quiet man .
Heart broken she became though
She threw herself in to caring for grandchildren.
Gone she was before her body, her mind and soul went to him.
Lost to us she was a smile here and there
Maybe a flash of recognition.
Unknowing of all around her she was,
Sad eyed frighted lamb lonely lonely.
Tiny she was when she went, sadly lost to us long before.
Gone into her mind to find her quiet man.
Tears we shed for her,we wept in grief and I in anger
Because so long had she been gone and I had wanted to talk to her,
But gone she really was.
Anemones her favourite flowers were
They always remind me of her.
I forgave her for leaving me
And now accept she had to go
As by the side of her quiet man was where she had to be.
Never to be forgotten.
Memories of my mother come flooding back to me
Only yesterday I thought of something she once said
That respect is something we must work for
Hard work, not fancies that come into our head
Everyday we have a chance to make an impression
Riding on our laurels is not the way to go
Seizing every opportunity must be our target
Delay will only fill us with regret
And the chance to succeed will be gone forever
Yesterday’s remembrance is something I must not forget
Written by Ron Martin
What is a mother?
What does she do?
What is so special?
A mother does for you
She is kind and loving
She is strict, but always fair
When you were afraid of the dark
For you she was always there
She shared all your emotions
Picked you up when life was tough
Smoothed things over for you
When your pathway in life was rough
There are many ways to say thank you
To a mother you love so dear
For a mother that is so loving
When she wipes away a tear
Do not take a mother for granted
In addition, do not forget to say
Mother I really do love you
Especially on this your special day
Here’s the Hippie one!
I thank you
for that dreamy childhood
teaching me what I could
I thank you
for that happy meal
teaching me never to steal
I thank you
for that soft lap
where I took a long nap
I thank you
for that healing slap
remindin’ me that was a mishap
I thank you
for the pain that you felt
to lift me to this Earth
I thank you.
The fourth Sunday of Lent happens also to be Mothering Sunday. Continuing in my series of sonnets for the Church Year I have written this one for Mothering Sunday. It’s a thanksgiving for all parents, especialy for those who bore the fruitful pain of labour, and more particularly in this poem I have singled out for praise those heroic single parents who, for whatever reason, have found themselves bearing alone the burdens, and sharing with no-one the joys of their parenthood.
At last, in spite of all, a recognition,
For those who loved and laboured for so long,
Who brought us, through that labour, to fruition
To flourish in the place where we belong.
A thanks to those who stayed and did the raising,
Who buckled down and did the work of two,
Whom governments have mocked instead of praising,
Who hid their heart-break and still struggled through,
The single mothers forced onto the edge
Whose work the world has overlooked, neglected,
Invisible to wealth and privilege,
But in whose lives the kingdom is reflected.
Now into Christ our mother church we bring them,
Who shares with them the birth-pangs of His Kingdom.
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Gigi gaga goo goo
This poem I write for you,
I love you mummy I really really do
I am only a little baby,
So gigi gaga goo goo
This poem mummy is just for you,
You feed me in the morning
And burp me like you do,
You change my dirty nappy
So gigi gaga goo goo,
I cry, you make me smile
And put me to bed at night,
So all I have to say to you
Is gigi gaga goo goo,
Mummy I really do love you.
By Thomas Sims
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
Dear Mother, It is very hard,
As I do not know where to start,
These few words I send to you,
Come from within my heart.
Now that you are no longer with me,
You are always on my mind,
I remember you were very gentle,
And to me, so very kind.
Sometimes I said things to hurt you,
But you took it in your stride,
And although you never shown it,
You must have hurt inside.
You helped me through my heartaches,
And problems I could not bear,
For I know that in the background,
You were always there.
I suppose I took you for granted,
My enemy and my friend,
My eyes are filled with tears,
For this letter I cannot send.
You are no longer with me,
For you have gone to a better place,
I miss the love you gave me,
And the smile upon your face.
Mother, I love you very much,
That is all I want to say,
These greetings I send you,
Because it is Mothers Day…
Mother, daughter, friend, or foe
I want you to always know,
You are forever my best friend
From past to present, until the end,
You help me using your guiding hand
All you did I now understand
All the good times all the bad
The days of laughter, the days we were sad,
We helped each other when we could
Just the way best friends should,
You’ve helped me through when times were rough
I tried to be there when times were tough,
No matter what you are here
You help me conquer every fear,
You listen and help day by day
Through my mistakes, you led the way,
When times are hard I think of you
I wonder what you would do
No matter what, you are here
You always were there to care,
Memories I hold close to my chest
For these memories are my best,
So I am thanking you for being a friend
My best friend until the end.
By Abbe Cutforth