#mymother
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I cannot not remember my mother,
whatever time...whatever day,
during work or while viewing sunsets
while relaxing...or while too stressed,
her face...smiling or wearing a frown,
or a tune of a song she used to sing,
all these hover over everything
around me, they dangle like tassels
of memories,
they make me recall more.
I cannot not remember the scents
of flowers in my mother's garden
that she used to grow and love,
for they all still exist in my garden,
dishes she used to cook for us,
I now cook for my own family.
When a breeze brushes over me,
i cannot not remember, how in the
early mornings of her life, my mother
had rushed to the church, to hear
mass...to serve God 'til the last days
of her life...she did, in every way.
I cannot not remember my own mother,
for i saw in her how to be a mother
and a grandmother
with love, extreme effort and care.
sally b
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
February 24, 2024
Feb 29, 2024
Feb 29, 2024 at 8:50 PM UTC
My mother is a very sweet person
Someone who cares
She is a very neat person
Someone that is there
She is the one I tell my secrets to
The one who holds me through sad times
The one tells me what to do
And help me control my mad times
Her hope is as big and strong as a mountain
Her love is more powerful than a tide or a fountain
Her courage is stronger than any on earth
Yet all of these things have no worth
She tells me great stories from long ago
She tells me things I do not know
She can walk into your heart without any feet
And she has powerful speech
I’m crazy about my mother
And she is crazy about me too
If she died, I wouldn’t know what to do
My mother’s heart is as pure as gold
A smile that sparkles like silver
And a spirit like a flower that never withers
She maybe as old as sand
But she is my best friend.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
My mother grew up in the sand
among wolfs and sheeps
The herd was her family
She was a nomad
And the first to flee in her generation
She ran with her family
when the bullets hit our home
My mother carried all of her children
in her arms
Through landscapes she
Saw lions and elephants running
She saw the fear in their eyes
Our paradise had been sold to the devil
and everything with a soul was leaving
When the sky turned dark
she climbed over spike fences
and crossed the border
There wore her brothers awaiting
and their eyes glowed in the
dark
Greeting her to safety
My mother built a house with her hands.
Only to witness it being torn down
My mother is a warrior,
she survived the worst
and gave me the best
a future.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC