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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
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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