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Elizabeth May 2019
It’s the woman you are today that dances through fields of once dead flowers, bringing them back to life again with the sunshine you’ve brought upon them. Lingering softly in fields you sing songs of love and only love for you are loving and only so. Not only a mother but a friend you are to many and everyone in need. To describe a bouquet of flowers would simply not be enough to describe your beauty in every way it deserves. In drawers your past life is folded with tears and yearning and soft cottons of pain. In boxes our  future is packed full of hope and overcoming. The future though can only be conquered by you and all your tools like ones of steel and power. To the mother, the fighter, the leader, my teacher, and the strongest woman I know, Happy Mother’s Day.
A day of mother’s and leaders
Rachael hays May 2019
I gaze through the tempered glass and there is the newest flower blooming strongly.
It shows the love that my mother has tendered, no requests...

and if you peer into my ocean eyes,  you can see the reflection of her love as her body grew me...
once again she has bestowed her grace upon me.

finally I know that I do not need another...
for she is everything, my mother.

6Jan19 ~ Rachael Hays •
Alex May 2019
on a day that seems designed to make my arms feel a little emptier than all the rest
on a day i am supposed to celebrate those i am most envious of
on a day when i face my biggest challenge of being kind and selfless, i think i fail
because today i can't sacrifice my feelings to rise above, it hurts too much



Happy Mother's Day, 2019
Star BG May 2019
MOM
I see my mom in clouds
as I walk.
Feel her In the gentle breeze,
and melody of birds.

I hear her in my mind
ushering me along
with guidance
so I be blessed...
And see her in dreams
as she moves
in realms of the after-life,
peaceful.
INSPIRED BY Casey Evangeline Robinson Thanks
I lost my mom a week before Christmas.
Rohit Goyal Aug 2016
In the midst of night, dark and deep
she speaks to me, from the stars above
“its alright”, says she, “I’ll watch over you
you are not alone, you have my love.”

I look down, I start to cry, no tears did come
just empty sobs and sighs that were till now
buried deep down in me, someplace inside
hopes in my eyes, heart of a child, I asked how?

how would you ever know, when it all goes dark
how would you hug me, how would you know am scared
who’d tell me, I’ll pass through, I’ll survive
who but you would have cared?

“I am your aura, your shield, your shadow
I would see your life through your eyes you know
I’ll feel it all, the joys and pains
I’ll never leave your side, I love you so”

but how would I see the smile that makes my day
how would I hear the voice, the sweetest nightingale
how would I lie in your lap, and share my day
how would I irritate you, follow you like your tail

“I’ll smile every time you smile my child
in the night when your asleep, I’ll sing lullabies
I’ll be your heart and I’ll know it all
I’ll be your tail this time, we still have those ties.”
mjad May 2019
I have spoken more words of hate and exclaimed more disgust,
than words fueled by respectful admiration and trust.
You think that I will open up to you the more you hover,
but my life is kept from you, completely undercover.
I hope one day I can speak all of my exciting truths
because you have been uninvited to share in my youth.
I do not need you, but to follow what every child should say,
Happy Mother's Day.
we do not have a good relationship
part two to my other poem "Mother"
Lainey May 2019
The loving acts of daily grace
That no other could replace
The quiet way you show you’re strong
Forgiveness when you’re wronged

A silly moment, smiles abound
laughter and group hugs all ‘round
You belong here like no other
Special, priceless, strong, funny, warm and giving MOTHER.
Mothers Day Australia 2019
Star BG May 2019
I say I don't care that I hear not
from my son
BUT I LIE.
Deep down is a scar that will not heal.

I say its ok if he doesn’t call
he has obligations in a different state.
But thats a lie and deep wound
thats known to break the scab.

When I see a son and mother
on street my ego hides my pain.
Thanksgiving and birthdays come
and I lie awake
playing the question in mind...
What did I do that was so bad
for him to hold back his love.

When Mothers day is at my doorstep
I keep busy so I ignore the pain.
When a youtube shows a family
I try to ground by making
a deep breath bandaid
to keep wound dry.
as I connect to source.

Months go by
and avalanches build
with mini cascading emotions
that sometimes fall
chilling me to the bone.
They carry a sadness for days.
until I tuck them away
telling myself its ok he’s just busy.

Telling myself that time heals
as I send him love in ethers
by way of candle.
But the scar is always there.
Ready to ooze when I see
something to awaken it.

The only cure is Doctor Jeffrey
(my son) but he is out
doing calls for his life purpose.
And it seems he’s not available
to take on a mother patient.
I almost did not post this poem as this is a bit of a sore spot in my life.
It is NOT the kind of POEM I post but I wrote it to feel it and heal some of it. So...here it is. I suppose perhaps my relationship will be rekindled at another time when he can get from out under his own thoughts and busyness. I still send him love and wish him blessings after all I did carry him for nine month.
Kliff Thee Poet May 2019
Mother; I love you. I cannot say it enough but it is true. You were the first voice I heard, also was the one who taught me my first words.
For nine months it was me and you, with your care and God’s will your pregnancy with me made it through.
From the start your name was mom, and you was the first woman I loved.
As my teacher, you taught me how to be a leader; as my friend you taught me to loyal to the end.
As I grew there were lessons to be learned, when I broke rules my britches you didn’t hesitate to burn.
Mother; I love you!
I may have not show you the love I have, I didn’t understand I was on a rough path.
The arguments and my constant rebellion, I chased what I thought was success but, you saw me failing.
On a road of destruction, raising a teenage boy couldn’t of been an easy lesson.
When I decided the streets was my way, your love for me never strayed.
And when those prison doors shut, it was a quick reminder of you whooping my ****.
Mother; I love you!
With your sickness, it made me grow and mature with the quickness.
I had to become a father, so you could become a grandmother.
I became a husband so you could be a mother-in-law, all of these I made sure you saw.
As your time on earth was getting short, I knew I was going to lose my mother’s love and support.
Now that you are gone, I understand the man you left was strong.
No mom you raised no fool, and for that I will always love you.
Mother; I love you….
By, C. E. Cheatham
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