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#internationalwomensday. My left brain , moving my right writing arm,. Yah Lahs eye, the after life creators. Unarmed. -meek & unharmed ,. The love of our mothers is so warm.
One of my few attempts at non-rhyming (more towards free-verse) poetry. I don't know what drips from my mother's fingers while she sleeps.
Since I was younger. I've seen my mother cry. And ever since then I never understood why. Life is just so hard. I can see this in her eyes. When the tears burn as she cries.
She came into my life as a 'fine blue line'. My heart pounded in my chest so hard as I felt an overwhelming and terrifying fear that somehow it may be wrong.
The silent spectator always there, The nurse, the cook, the carer so rare. The merciful protector so peacefully present, The emergency operator never hesitant.
A loving mother, With three kids, In a car crash, Except one,they live. A baby girl, Months of only eight, Went to heaven, And a smile on her face.
Oh my sweet Delilah Grace, I couldn't wait to see your face And hold your hand and smell your skin - I loved the thought of you within.
Deep in the meadow, under the willow A bed of grass, a soft green pillow Lay down your head, an close your sleepy eyes And when again they open, the sun will rise.
Mini man Too young, To understand Of things unsung, I hate what you've been through My poor mini man, I don't know what to do Or if this is part of natures plan, Seeing mummy crying Bruised and...
I love the way you stare into my eyes and give me a cheeky smile. I love your soft skin next to mine for you I would go that extra mile. I love the way you play with my hair even when it's pulling.
As the dewdrops are kissed by the sky. One kiss is saved for you. You nurtured me, protected me. Like the power of dreams on earth. A presence so beautiful and sweet. Is what you signify to me.
Inspired Love <http://www.myspace.com/partygirl00761/blog/454162978>. Current mood:blessed. Caressing words of guidance. Thoughts and gentle touch. A hand to hold. The blessing of a tender love.
My life was full, varied and long. But now it's time for me to sing a different song. PLEASE remember me fondly, with memories good. For I tried to love you all, like a mother should.
My mum I know she in not perfect In the past she's forgot my birthday She's made mistakes along the way But still she knows how to brighten my day After a long week and friends that are busy I visit...
I wish I could Tell you how much I love you I wish I could Tell you how much I need you How much my heart brakes At every stepping stone I take And I know you can't be there I wish I remembered more...
I see them walking together I feel their love for one another I see them doing things which makes them happy.
Mothers give the greatest gift, that we on earth can receive. A life to live and love to give; the day she does conceive. She carries me close, inside her. Her heartbeat I do hear.
Mothers give the greatest gift, that we on earth can receive. A life to live and love to give; the day she does conceive. She carries me close, inside her. Her heartbeat I do hear.