How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

Ewsateriale great job of forming a bond between mother and child

Samantha that was a wonderful tribute to mother hood. Thank you so much for your comment.

Thank you Samantha x

I love your poem Samantha, very beautiful

Cynthia, you truly are an amazing writer.. I can relate to that poem so close and emotionally

You and I are connected,

God kindly resurrected,

beautiful you, a part of me,

The love I nurture, so unconditional and free

So deep, you smell so good,

your my baby, and worth every pain I withstood.

Thank you, Jackie, but I believe you said it all.

Beautiful write Cynthia x

A mother's love

What more is there to say

I'll protect you child until my dying day

Mother’s Love

You are the love of my life.

I protect you from others.

I want you free from strife.

I am happy to be your mother.

by Eileen Sateriale

Beautiful tribute Gil. Thank you so much for your wonderful comment

Momma Love

As I look up from my sleep, in my dreams

She does creep

The image there that I see, from so long ago hidden deep within my memory

My mother standing there, a smile upon her face

Yes as the haze fades, she became clear, yes, now I see her crystal clear

Her love I lost so long ago, on her dying bed, but here she is again

I can feel her love deep within, a love that will never end

As she looks out to me she says not a word, but there’s no need of talk, I feel each thought

The love of watching me grow into the man, that I am

The life I lived the success I had

The family that came together when I married, I thought she miss it all, but yet now I know each second of the day, she has been by my side

The pride she has, that our first daughter, bare her name

But For all the children that we had

She watched over each and every one of them

Yes she was there for them

Now I realize why she here tonight, with her arm stretch out, reach for me

Her reassuring smile

She takes a hold of me, like when I was little child and gently pulls me to her breast

My diseased and painful body of 92 feels young again

No pain well hurt me anymore, momma made me feel good.

With her I depart, my time is done

My little hand in her reassuring hand

As we float through the door

Guildford H Windley

March 6, 2018

Wow that beautiful, a tribute to your Mother, I feel, God bless her soul.

An Angel Called Mom

For a mother so loved her baby that she gave it her heart,

I love you my precious her most used remark.

As it emerged from her body she swore to never let it go,

A part of her, her life, her heart, her soul.

Bumps and bruises aches and pains, she felt them equally,

Her heart felt anguish as each cut and scrape would bleed.

Tiny footsteps, slowly, gently something so brand new,

The brightest of smiles, as it finally walked to you.

The crying in the night from the teeth that form,

Drying tears, rocking it gently, forever protecting it from harm.

Measles, chicken pox, even the flu,

It was always mom that watched over you.

The school bus comes along; it's the very first day,

Mom cries so hard, she misses you while you're away.

She looks for you everywhere but yet she really knows,

It's time for her baby to grow.

Junior High, then High School how quickly the passage of years,

Her first heartache, but moms still there to ease the tears.

Graduation comes; your baby is grown,

Soon she marries and has a new home.

A little grandchild is born, your very first one,

And as with your child, graced with a mothers love.

Special and precious, with tears you watch it grow,

You enjoy it while you can, for all too soon, you have to let it go.

But when there's any trouble, confusion or tears,

Moms always there to take away your fears.

Forever and ever till death calls her name,

A mother's love always takes away your pain.

God created mom's to be his most precious Angels,

To love the little ones and keep them from danger.

© Cynthia Clark