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 Mar 2017
Valsa George
Realizing a fresh life growing inside,
What thoughts coursed through my mother’s mind?
Did she gleefully welcome the news?
Or respond to it with a violent shock?

So sure, right away after her fourth baby
With four little kids still needing care
Like chicks in a coop, carrying once again
Might not have been in her scheme of things

Thus at a time when she expected it the least,
Could she beckon the new life growing inside,
With a pleasant nod of head in assent
Or with a suppressed moan of fright, I wonder!

When from nausea she started to suffer
And threw up each time when she ate
Did she curse her man in silence?
Or grow mad with her children and her fate?

Slogging through those weary days
With no respite from her routine chores
Did she get enough rest or care?
Or did she languish without a hand to assist?

Seeing her with an extended waist line
Did some nosy neighbors behind her back
Teasingly utter in hushed whispers
‘Oh, she has done it again!’

Once when I started kicking inside
Was she tickled or greatly annoyed?
When she heard the first ‘lub- dub’ of my heart
Did she feel as two hearts singing in harmony?

As her tummy grew bigger everyday
And sleepless in bed as she tossed
Was she haunted by nightmares bleak?
Or was she visited by dreams of delight?

Travelling closer and closer to those final days
Did she curse herself seeing her in the mirror
Woefully bloated and ripened into a bulge
Or did she wait my arrival in blissful expectation?

Then suddenly one day when the earthquake began
In mild tremors first, then gaining in force
Did she scream mad or cry aloud?
Or did she endure the pain in austere silence?

Then abruptly when I showed myself up
Did she feel any remorse over my ***?
And see me as another liability
Added up to the girls already in line

No, I am sure she must have cuddled me close
And locked me in the warmth of her *****
For she was such a rare gift sent from heaven
A mother nonpareil in self effacing love
This poem, I thought would be interesting to many of you to have an idea of the cultural difference from country to country and to show how life was in the fifties and sixties for an average woman living in an Indian village

Being wife and mother, life was hardly easy for any woman in a patriarchal set up during those days. Child bearing was a routine affair and taking care of the children with none to help was her lot. Men who were the sole bread winners would be away at their place of work…! Even if at home, they hardly lend a helping hand. Girls were always marginalized and looked upon as a liability as they could be sent away in marriage only by giving huge amounts as dowry! Now things have changed and most of the women are employed and earning members!

  March 8th- when we celebrate the International Woman’s Day, I dedicate this poem to my dear mother whom I regard as a great woman and a paragon of love and care.
 Mar 2017
Elizabeth Squires
recently in a women's magazine*
I read an article
about the Duchess of Cornwall
being most ungracious
toward Princess Mary of Denmark
the Duchess can be a very catty *****
especially when Charles
is eyeing something of more appeal

but Camilla seems to have forgotten
her come hither days
when she was conducting
an affair with the Prince of Wales
under his wife's nose

the protocols in royal circles
have become less civil
and it is about time
she on her high horse
was more convivial

where the crown
and matters of state
are paramount
the Queen should avail
her son's missus
*of a polite dismount
 Mar 2017
Scarlet Rose
Wherever you are
That is where I belong.

That's why when I miss you
I say I am homesick.
Home is where the heart is
 Feb 2017
Elizabeth Squires
of late the word sources
has featured in an American President's
lexicon
and on the subject of sources
he does like to ramble on and on
and on ....  

who are the sources
the unnamed gang

what is the purpose in the sources
wretched clang-a-lang

when will the sources
show the song sheet which they sang

where do these sources
all inconspicuously hang

why oh why are they sources
without any real twang

and

how can we believe sources
who've become estranged from
a reliable fang
 Feb 2017
Denise huddleston
I hold you tight up against my body
I take you with me even to the party

I rub you back and forth
Up and down from south to north

I love the way you sing hard and soft
I just can't keep my hands off

I pull you close
From coast to coast

You are beautifully sound
I will never pass you around

Magnificently perfect
You have all of my respect

You are my best friend
Till the end
Written by: Denise Huddleston
I once quoted (a few years back) ...
"It takes a very strong woman
to remain gentle!"

...believe me, I wasn't wrong!

This kind of special woman
must be equal parts of gentleness
and strength - this is what makes
a warrior of a woman emotionally strong!

She must be kind,
tender and sensitive -
and she must know her total value
and self-worth,

She must be brave,
courageous and self-disciplined -
but she must also be empathetic and kind towards herself--as well as with
everyone else on earth!

"It takes a very strong woman
to remain gentle!"

...this is my little secret,
for a woman to find self-happiness,

She mustn't let the world
turn her sour - in keeping with this,
she will never, ever lose
her loving tenderness,
her precious sweetness,
or her delicate, unique softness.

By Lady R.F ©2017
Always trying to self-inspire.
One can never be strong enough
In this cruel, unkind world!
 Feb 2017
Scarlet Rose
Broken hearts
Make better poets

Because this happiness
Is too big for words
 Feb 2017
Elizabeth Squires
this and that are words
he doesn't much like
yet they'll always be given
a **** on my bike

these and those do irk
him when they're seen
though I favor them
in my viewing screen

this and that
these and those
really get up his nose
but I just love them
being part of my writing pat
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