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Mothers day

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


Malcolm G Bradshaw

Poem for Mothers’ Day – Promote Yourself

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Here’s the Hippie one!

 

Hey, mother
I thank you
for that dreamy childhood
teaching me what I could

 

Hey, mother
I thank you
for that happy meal
teaching me never to steal

Hey, mother
I thank you
for that soft lap
where I took a long nap

 

Hey, mother
I thank you
for that healing slap
remindin’ me that was a mishap

 

Hey, mother
I thank you
for the pain that you felt
to lift me to this Earth

Hey, mother
I thank you.

Sarvjit Singh

Mothering Sunday – Promote Yourself

…for those who loved and laboured…

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.

Mothering Sunday

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.

 

Malcolm Guite

Mummies poem


PHOTO

BY KIND PERMISSION FROM

Abbe Cutforth

2012

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,

Roughly translated;

Mummy I really do love you.

 

By  Thomas Sims

 

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY

A LETTER TO A MOTHER IN SPIRIT

 

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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…

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Dear Mother

 

 

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

ALL ALONE… – Promote Yourself

 

I have been here all alone,
But look, how far you are gone,
Is it because what happened under the sun?
I can mend whatever had happened,
Give me chance to prove and make it right,
I am worth giving it a try

All those lame excuses you gave it to me,
While I am here trusting your innocence,
But now I realize, it was just some cloak to suppress your true nature,
I have been dying to know,
What had happened to our moments??
Which you had promised to be with me forever,
Yeah, I get it!!!
I was just your leisure,
And me taken for granted,
Not realizing all this being your cliché reason,
To stay away from me,
And look what have you done,
I am like a vagabond
with no goal or plan in this desert,
Trying to finish up what I have been through,

This could easily be ended,
Just a stroke of knife to the place which you have hurt,
Being the only place,
From where I won’t have to die with agonizing pain,
If you are far away, and get a chance to read this,
I am sorry for all those,
Even though you and I know its a lie…

My Two Mothers – Promote Yourself

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My Two Mothers
A Burmese beauty
A northern rock
A life of travel
A life of the street

A sensitive mind
A bevy of friends
A love of nature
A love of food

A wartime refugee
A staircase to protect
A love of classics
A love of bingo

One loved her daughters
One loved her sons
Such different women
Such cherished mothers

Chalk and cheese
My mother
My mother in law
Always remembered

Eve Thomson

MUMMIES POEM

Mother Poem -Single Parent

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A single mother strives to succeed amidst overwhelming obstacles.

I sit and look out upon the life of a single parent
I hear the single mother’s selfless cries of loneliness for her child in the still darkness of the night
I see the mother awaking her child with a playful game of peek-a-boo with a smile as warm and bright as the afternoon sun at its apex of the day
I mark the loving kindness she expresses toward her son even with the all the trials and tribulations this world puts upon her
I observe the mother getting herself ready for work with the misgivings of the coming day (where are my socks, did I already put salt in the eggs, where did I put my keys)
I observe the quiet darkness of the child’s bedroom with the mother sitting on the bed with a Bible in hand telling her child of all the wonderful things of Gods love then kissing him good night
All these things are things a mother has to do to help her child grow
See hear, and be not afraid you can succeed with Gods help
 
© Tiara S. Winston

A Mother’s Love Is Forever – Promote Yourself

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I‘ve been with you
since before your birth.
I’ll stand by your side,
as long as I’m on this earth.

A mother’s love is special,
a never-ending gift.
A love that’s always there
if you ever need a lift.

I think of you often,
never missing a day.
My love is forever,
and always sent your way.

You’re never far from the caring
thoughts in my heart.
No matter how many miles
ever try to keep us apart.

A mother’s love, your gift,
the gift I’ll always give to you.
As we watch our lives go by,
no matter what you say or do.

© Alan Royer

 

Mother

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A sweet enchanting smile

Warm and tender charms

The things I remember

While safe in mother’s arms

 

Protected from all troubles

Comforted when in pain

Kissed gently on the cheek

To make all better again

 

Guided through my infant life

Of things I should not do

Taught me right from wrong

And shown things old and new

 

I want to thank you mother

I cherished all the years

Even when I was punished

And cried so many tears

 

And now that I am older

My love for you is strong

Although you are no longer with me

To the Spirit world you have gone

 

I know you will always be near me

For your love will never die

At times when I need you

I will always feel you nigh

 

I should like to say thank you

For all that you have done

For I will always cherish you

From your grateful Son.
 
Malcolm Bradshaw

Leaving Adam – Promote Yourself

Eons advance and pass away

Thought, theory, speculation and opinions, die.

Glancing through lenses, and squinting, at the sky,

Adam pointing at the twinkling specs~ named the brilliant ballet

 

So, following mankind up the mountain,

And ascending a rocky path~ we embarked.

My feet followed his upward, to where the sky arched.

His staff pointed at the heavens; it filled me~ as a refreshing fountain

 

An advocate of The Father of Man, I desired what he sought

Thus’ left the home of my family and upheld his zealous quest

Confidently I abided and affirmed his every request

Even wore his belief’s~ I did just as he taught.

 

One day, dared I asked Adam, the man of science

How is Eve today?

And, if looks could kill, then Eve is dead, thus’ left us only to pray.

“Deceased, she is,” he answered, with a chill of neglectful defiance.

 

Man of Science, I spoke so boldly

At the mountain top; we stand

The stars, you named, and held, in your hand,

However, love you murdered, so coldly.

 

This day, I choose the divine mother

Her love, that first found me

Therein the warmth of a welcoming spirit~ illuminates she.

And, today, I accept non-other.

 

So, progressing and moving towards her;

Over, the cliffs of doubts and hopes

Rapidly grabbing for her hem, I aim.

Because after considering Adam’s pain

There in her grace ~ I seek her, safe harbor

I choose faith, that which, I cannot see. 

©2014 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved.

Speak Softly For They Are Listening – Promote yourself


The butterflies have fled
Sparrows have flown away;
Never to return.
Living within the circle of smoke and fumes
that hovers above.
Arrogantly. Ravenously;
Fighting over pieces of the earth
As if driven by the devil.
We beasts; the humans,
Born from her;
Dependent on her,
Yet, we dishonor her creations.
 
Fully aware of our misdeeds
We pillaged.
Like pirates possessed by the evil
We pillaged.
Drilling into the heart of the oceans
We pillaged.
Burning the forests to create a concrete jungle
We pillaged.
Each hill, each valley;
We pillaged.
Wars; ruins and rubble; depressing debris, and
Ashes about everywhere. We pillaged.
 
When raping, killing, looting,
And pillaging is a punishable offence…
Why then is pillaging of nature justified…?
I speak softly for they, are listening
The assassins will be cornered,
The nemesis defeated
And the day of inevitable retribution will come.
— 
Ranjeeta N Ghai

School holidays ( a mothers nightmare) – Promote Yourself

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I’m running around here and there ‘

I’m looking for my son if he’s there

‘ he’s hiding away I can’t see ‘ I’m running around vigorously.
I’m looking for where he goes ‘ I’m coming to get him that he knows .
I’m running around getting him in ‘ the door stays locked ‘ and he stays in.
The kids are home that is true’ they argue about everything you do.
They fight and shout ‘ and scream and kick ‘ you wonder how they don’t get sick.
The kids are home that is true’ they drive me nuts what about you.
They fight and argue all day long ‘ you wonder how things went wrong.
The kids are home that is fact’ I don’t know how they going to react.
Silence is golden ‘ peace at last’ the kids are playing ‘ having a blast.

Patricia Bourne WordPress 2014.

Lovely Memories

baking day 

Beautiful fragrances and
Aromas linger and last
Stay in the mind from times long past,
The smallest thing awakens
Them to be recalled
Passing a bakery a child once more,
Aroused by the warm smell
Drifting through the door,
Mothers baking day
varieties of cakes galore
In a queue a fragrance
A delicate sweet smell,
Triggers your nose your senses
There’s your lovely granny with
Her glass bottle of cream,
Rubbing it into her hands
Easing hard work they had seen
Still a wonderful reflection
Of past presents itself
Yet again so real,
The most precious aroma
I forever bring to mind
Is the first time bathing my baby
Such a wonderful fresh smell,
New life clean glowing
Not long from the womb
A memory to last enjoy for my baby,
Will soon grow from this sweet
Smelling bundle, then away
From me far too soon

Sandra Cameron

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