Kevin McCarty
Kevin McCarty
Nov 28, 2011

To those who honor me by calling me son
I cannot think of anything to be done
To return all the love you have given me
Or all the food I have had for free

I thank God everyday for you
I know He will show you though
Any trials or bridges you may have to cross
for remember, He is the boss

The light you have given me by calling me son
Is the greatest thing you could have ever done

MJ Smith
MJ Smith
Feb 25, 2013

I dream of the day I can see you smile with no pain hidden inside
I can't wait till I pull up to your 8 bed room mansion
If I could only have the chance to give back the same amount of love Back to you

We use to stay up late laughing about the struggles we've been through
I'm praying my wife has atleast one of your skills

Tribute to stay at home moms
louis rams
louis rams
Oct 28, 2011

Tribute to stay at home moms
                  ( from a writing by melvina germain)  10/28/11

To the stay at home moms (sahm) I must say
I honor you in every way.
I made my wife stop working when she got pregnant
Forty six years ago, and real love is what my daughter got to know.

She is there every step of the way and
my heart thanks her every day.
up in the morning at the crack of dawn
To change diapers , bathe the baby, change the clothes
And with the baby is where she belongs.

She is a woman with many hats, and for her
There is no turning back.
A mother, housekeeper , cook, and wife
Accepting all these struggles and strife.
You may not hear her complain
But when things go wrong, she is the first to blame.

We all may have a lot of food on our plates
And forget  what they are going thru , but
Do you honestly think you could do her job too?
we may be the bread winners and struggle at work
But we did not have to go through the pains of giving birth.

Do any of you men think that you could hold
A child in your stomach for nine months
Of morning sickness, weird cravings, sleepless nights
And with your partner you would fight.

They could only sleep on their backs or on their sides
Would you like to give that a try?
They look at you in your sleep and thank GOD
For all that you do, but they need compensation too.
There is another hat that they may wear, when
They have to become the C.P.A. and balance
The check book so you don’t overdraft
And turn around and get on her ass.
So many hats and so little time, and when you ask
Them they say they are doing fine.

So to all the (sahm’s) out there with you this poem I share
You deserve not just a flower, a outside dinner
Or a movie, but the biggest THANK YOU
From our hearts, because in our lives
You are the greatest part.

Al C
Al C
Nov 14, 2012

Don't look at me with your demeaning eyes.
You're creating wrinkles in your forehead.
How am I supposed to survive when I can not even come home and release all of my emotions?
You honestly think I'm "stoned"?
What the hell kind of question is that?
I'm tired. I had a bad day. If I can not be myself at home then how am I supposed to live?
How dare you accuse me.
I cringe at the thought of touching an empty cigarette carton.
You make things out to be scarier than they really are.
I'm aware of that which is why I don't touch them.
What are you thinking?
Sorry for being happy.
I won't ever bother trying to explain myself to you ever again.
It's not even worth it.
All you ever do is give me glares and make false accusations.
You are an ass, just like the rest of the people in my life.
How can I be saying all of this stuff about the one who was there through it all?
Easily. You won't ever understand.
You never did.
Even if I was, it would be your fault.
Another valid point I won't even bother to mention because that would be "incriminating myself".
You're such an ass.
Who the fuck are you to belittle me?
Yeah, okay, excuse me while I go get high and get an STD from a guy I don't know.
That's totally me, mom.

shamya powers
shamya powers
Aug 7, 2013

Today a angel flew away shes my mother I loved her like no other a mom can light up your night an let you know its alright if I could just hold her hand an let her know I understand why she couldn't be there for me an that its plain for me to see now I live with regrets this is really as hard as it gets I know your ina better place now but I wasn't ready for u to go i continue to find myself asking how your lost in the sky God has taken u im not sure why how could u leave me here all alone I never imaged standing over your stone I know your ok but mommy I miss you today now that your gone it feels like ill never move on you left for a reason maybe the weight needed to be lifted off your shoulders cuz your world didn't need to her any colder but it was your time to go God has taken u that ik If i had one last chance to hold ur hand I promise u I would let u kno I understand I hate that I have to say goodbye but my ur gone n ill never kno y

New modern moms.
jeffrey conyers
jeffrey conyers
Jun 2, 2013

New modern moms.
Hold no chance to competing against the old school moms.
With less they did their best.
With more they control the house.

With few.
Many modern moms complains.
As if the old school moms didn't do the same.

It's just that they had moral support.
From their very own mothers.
Who didn't want their grand children's to be complete trouble.?

Ask many of the old school kids?
Who wasn't afraid of their grand parents?
Rules back then was a lot different.

Parents was your guidance.
While today many wants to be their friends.
Instead of being their parents.

And many times you didn't have an option to visit church.
It was a written rule of the requirements.
To pay God your dues.
And skipping school wasn't in the mix.
If you quit.
It was really to help your parents.
Who might have been struggling?
And again, they might not have let you.

Yes, modern moms don't have the patience.
Least, like the old school moms had in our youth.
Now, there are a few that reminds you of yours.

Just by noticing the things they do.
I guess in away.
I'm saluting them too.

The new moms of the modern days.
Who simply won't let the child have their way?

jeffrey conyers
jeffrey conyers
Dec 13, 2013      Dec 14, 2013

Think back.
Yes, think back and put yourself in your mother shoes.
Yes, of both parents, she's the best advocate.

And the main one to say, of all the things I do for you.
And this, is how you treat me?
Just wait!
Just wait, until you have your own

Yes, think back.
Truly think back about ALL the things your mom has done for you.

When you cry?
Who the comforter of calm expression?
When you scrape your knee?
Who's the nurse trying to heal you?

Truly, when it comes to their child there's nothing our mom won't do.
They deserving of all the love.
They deserving of so much more.

To those that have had bad experiences with their mother.
Remind yourself that within your heart you still love them.
There's a highly good chance they taught you to read more.
They truly support the kids more.
Dad, brags a little too.
But not the way mothers do.

Think back.
Who has photos to embarrass you as  a child?
Quickly to pull them out and show them around.
Yes, it's mom.

We hear ministers preach about Jesus.
And as much as he has the quality of God.
He also has the personality of his mother Mary.

Yes, think back.
Of the sweet and nice lady that loves to bring up marriage
Welcome other children's with an opening HEART.

Yes, it's mom.
The first lady we will ever love.

I think my moms a homophobe
Dustin Wills
Dustin Wills
Aug 27, 2012

I think my mom's a homophobe
I think this because she said broken truths when I told her about homecoming
I told her about the girl with soft lips and small hands that fit perfectly with mine
But I just called her Haley

I had new words she told me
They suspiciously matched my schools words
Freak abomination loser
I now wonder if they were talking on the sidelines

I know
I'm supposed to love my mom
But do I still have to
If she hated me first?

She praised the all loving god onto me
Telling me his love was a lie
And I was going with the sinners
To the place where they drink fire booze

I think my mom's a homophobe
I text my religious cousin
Does God love everyone
Undoubtedly because you are perfect to Him

Then why does my mom hate me?
She made me get on my knees and pray
Pray a prayer I hope goes unanswered
By those who I think aren't even there

I think my mom's a homophobe
I know I'm supposed to love my mother
But how can I
If I don't even know how to love myself?

Every
What is that
You're such a waste
It can be cured

Like a snake on the asphalt basking in the hate
Until the asphalt is the road and I am run over by
Self pity. Self Hatrid. Self Absorbed.

Yes fuck the terrorists
Fuck the rapists
Fuck the robbers
and the muggers

Fuck them all
Because who I love
Is more important
Me, I'm in dire need of your opinion

Mirrors don't line my eyes up anymore
I think they forgot where to put them
Because I forgot
Where to look

Looking only at the negative
Going on suicide boards
Instead of
Love boards

Why am I the one being subjected to evil
When I am only trying to love
Being hated for only
Loving

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the prettiest of them all
My lover is the one I see
Her soft lips and small hands

I think my moms a homophobe
And I don't know how to breath anymore

joey lapiana
joey lapiana
Apr 29, 2013      Apr 30, 2013

Hold me gentle,
hold me close
as long as I’m in your arms.
Keep me safe,
protect me
keep me from harm.
I hope I’m everything you imagined and more,
I just want to see you smile from my charm,
cuddle with me and shower me with hugs
and there’s always time for another kiss,
I’ll giggle for you and smile for you as long as your days are complete with bliss,
my soft hands will hold your finger tight
just like you hold a spot in my heart,
we’ll always be together,
mommy and son
nothing could tear use apart,
bath time,
diaper changes and midnight feedings,
we’ll do everything together,
take walks,
sing lullaby’s
and I’ll listen to your nursery rhyme readings,
my first words will be momma
and my first steps will be into your arms,
all of my first are for you,
lets go to the zoo
you can show me how to be a big boy and tie my own shoes,
teach me the alphabet
my numbers
and that dogs go bark and cows say moo,
one day I will grow up big and strong
because of you t
his is just the start of our journey we’ll take together
mommy dearest
the one nearest to my heart
whether I’m a baby
toddler
teenager
or grown man
your soft words always keep me calm
for this I say I love you and can always call you mom.

By: Joey LaPiana

Valerie
Valerie
Jan 11, 2011

This is my personal card
Of course from me to you
This was kind of hard
Since there's so many words to use.

Though nothing can express
What a mother you have been
Yes, sometimes things can be a mess
But quickly we get over our sin.

I love you more than anything
And nothing will ever change that
For you and I, we have this string
The holds us back to back.

Both sides want the same thing
But in different ways
Who knows what this love will bring
We will have the watch the days...

Both sides so opposite
And yet so the same
But grab you mitt
Let's play this game.

This game of love and trust
This game of daughter and mother
This game is such a must
This game is against one another.

But why can't we be a team?
Get along, like we should
Why can 't things be peachy keen?
I bet if we tried, we could...

But things can be so much fun this way
You sure have taught me a lot
For tomorrow's just another day
Time cannot be bought.

So we better spend it right
Go out and have some fun
Let's try not to fight
So put down you're pointless gun.

Yes.. Challenges may come our way
Our love will beat them down flat
So be prepared for my play
Because I'm up to bat.

So this poem of our opposite teams
Is so completely true
And yet we support each others dreams
We just don't tell each other we do.

This might be a bit confusing
But this entire thing is right
I bet it's a bit amusing
When we think back to our fights.

I love you, I really do
So please except this gift
Yes, from me to you
Don't show anyone this poem, even if you can't resist.

SSK<3  AKA: Valerie Garcia
 
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