This time of year soon comes to pass,
Where once again, we gift and praise,
The one who gave us life itself,
Shaped our thoughts and weaved our ways.
She who bore the fetal flesh,
To feed the hungry nursling so.
Love so deep, that knew no bounds,
Planted seeds that came to grow.
The child, too soon now tall and aged,
Yet in the heart still sweet and new,
Her ***** now a memory passed,
But bones are strong and ties long grew.
Disgruntled teen, a storm of ways!
And yet, foundations last the waves,
Survive the hurt of natures' wrath,
Oh, how the twist of time behaves!
Mature and wise, her work is done,
So on this day we sing our truth,
To hold her high and thank her so,
For precious time and sparkling youth!
But this was not the case for you,
The title held but duty missed,
There was no home of joy and love,
A heart unheld and face unkissed.
Shame fed the soil in place of trust,
The heart was sealed from infants grasp,
Insults hurled and cries unheard,
Where hands should link, a missing clasp.
The whirling growth of ones' own mind,
Insulted deep and made you loathe.
The seed you sewn and path you paved,
Forced then to feed and clean and clothe.
But know this Mother,
I hold no grudge.
For I am now a Mother too.
So have this day,
I thank you still,
And know I am much more than you.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
"Oh you!", said he,"you have no clue!
I'm much worse off than even you,
I have no wife or mistress so,
I find myself so very low!"
"Oh please!", she yelled "you have it all!,
For I am so poor, I have not a shawl!
Born to the poorest of parents you see,
And now I'm a Maiden as poor as can be!"
"Hold your tongues, I think I'm far worse!
I have a limp where you lack a purse!
My body has aged so I feel I'm the one,
That deeply deserves to be pitied upon!"
"Excuse me", piped one, "have you not seen?!
The halls and the floors and the kitchens I clean?
For you have your freedom and I must work on,
Else my children shaln't eat and I shall be gone!"
And so they do look to the smallest and pale,
To hear of his woes and declare them tall tale,
But whine he did not, for he simply did smile!
Oh what a strange one, this little boy Kyle!
"Now listen to me, come one and all!
Life is too short to pity us all!
For I am too poor, but I do my best,
To work for my bread and earn well my rest!
I have not a family, a friend or a foe,
But I have a spirit, and you see it so!
You tell what you lack, yet you don't understand,
All that you need, you hold in your hand!
So heed my good wisdom, for I'll say this clear,
Life is not all about what isn't here,
So love what you have and not what you miss,
Now go and be Merry, life is just this!"
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC