MoM
When I was little and I cried
You lovingly held me, and let the last tear fall,
When I would scrape my knee
You'd bandage it up and say "be careful".
When my birthday was horrible, you smiled
And promised the next would be perfect.
When I would lose my temper,
You had a way to calm me down.
When my friends left me behind,
You gave me ice cream and said
"they'll come around"
When I had a nightmare
You'd tuck me in your bed and
Reassured me you'd never let harm find me.
When my 7th grade crush liked another,
You made me see it was his loss.
When it was my sweet 16
You threw me a party fit for a princess.
And made it a day I would always remember.
When the love of my life left me alone,
So sweetly you said, "This too shall pass."
When I broke your heart with disappointment
You came to me and said, "I still love you".
I know that you think that I forgot all this,
And take all you sacrificed for granted,
But that's just not true.
At times I'm stubborn, as well as you,
But never doubt for half a second that
I love you.
Although I am growing up and someday soon,
I'll have to bandage my own knee,
You'll always be the bet mother.
And I'll always be your little girl.
You lovingly held me, and let the last tear fall,
When I would scrape my knee
You'd bandage it up and say "be careful".
When my birthday was horrible, you smiled
And promised the next would be perfect.
When I would lose my temper,
You had a way to calm me down.
When my friends left me behind,
You gave me ice cream and said
"they'll come around"
When I had a nightmare
You'd tuck me in your bed and
Reassured me you'd never let harm find me.
When my 7th grade crush liked another,
You made me see it was his loss.
When it was my sweet 16
You threw me a party fit for a princess.
And made it a day I would always remember.
When the love of my life left me alone,
So sweetly you said, "This too shall pass."
When I broke your heart with disappointment
You came to me and said, "I still love you".
I know that you think that I forgot all this,
And take all you sacrificed for granted,
But that's just not true.
At times I'm stubborn, as well as you,
But never doubt for half a second that
I love you.
Although I am growing up and someday soon,
I'll have to bandage my own knee,
You'll always be the bet mother.
And I'll always be your little girl.
I AM HERE
I am
nothing more than part of time
by being has a clock
so too this universe of stars..
we both evolved from�
rock�
I am...
an unwrapped gift of endless love,�
beneath the Christmas tree of life
I am mother, father, friend and foe�
I am husband,� I am�.
wife
I am...
brother, sister, uncle, aunt...
I am mountain, I am sea...
I am neighbour, I am stranger
I am prisoner,.. I am
free
I am
nothing more than part of time
each second is a gift
a fleeting chance to share�
to love,� to find someone�
their burden I can�
lift
nothing more than part of time
by being has a clock
so too this universe of stars..
we both evolved from�
rock�
I am...
an unwrapped gift of endless love,�
beneath the Christmas tree of life
I am mother, father, friend and foe�
I am husband,� I am�.
wife
I am...
brother, sister, uncle, aunt...
I am mountain, I am sea...
I am neighbour, I am stranger
I am prisoner,.. I am
free
I am
nothing more than part of time
each second is a gift
a fleeting chance to share�
to love,� to find someone�
their burden I can�
lift
Pride
Brown crumpled leaf
In an autumn mud puddle
Brittle and old
but weightless
as dust on sunlight
Crosswalks and street signs
are noise
loud and distracting
of little meaning
Clouds move along the sky
with moist grace and fluid movement
but the ground below is dry and cracked
Life comes and goes
while weather and erosion are continuous
Humans kill themselves with self-importance
and their lives
Soft gusts of wind in an endless storm
lose any meaning
They might have had.
Tress of green
Trees of green
Flowers of bloom
Clouds of vapours
Streets of gloom.
Earth of wonders
Skies of gold
Sights of breath
Hands of fold.
Dews of dust
Thorns of flesh
Raids of blood
On fingers of trust.
In an autumn mud puddle
Brittle and old
but weightless
as dust on sunlight
Crosswalks and street signs
are noise
loud and distracting
of little meaning
Clouds move along the sky
with moist grace and fluid movement
but the ground below is dry and cracked
Life comes and goes
while weather and erosion are continuous
Humans kill themselves with self-importance
and their lives
Soft gusts of wind in an endless storm
lose any meaning
They might have had.
Tress of green
Trees of green
Flowers of bloom
Clouds of vapours
Streets of gloom.
Earth of wonders
Skies of gold
Sights of breath
Hands of fold.
Dews of dust
Thorns of flesh
Raids of blood
On fingers of trust.
F A M I L Y
I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.
However, at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.
I did not realize how harshly I had spoken.
While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,
"While dealing with a stranger,
common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.
Go and look on the kitchen floor,
you will find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise;
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
By this time, I felt very small,
and now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they are pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway."
I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
FAMILY
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.
However, the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more
into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think?
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.
However, at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.
I did not realize how harshly I had spoken.
While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,
"While dealing with a stranger,
common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.
Go and look on the kitchen floor,
you will find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise;
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
By this time, I felt very small,
and now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they are pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway."
I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
FAMILY
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.
However, the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more
into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think?
When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
A message every adult should read,because children are watching you and doing as you do,not as you say.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking, saw you make my favorite cake for me and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life.
When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a prayer, and I knew there is a God I could always talk to and I learned to trust in God.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your time and money to help people who had nothing and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don't.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking, learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and wanted to say, "Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking."
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking, saw you make my favorite cake for me and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life.
When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a prayer, and I knew there is a God I could always talk to and I learned to trust in God.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your time and money to help people who had nothing and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don't.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking, learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and wanted to say, "Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking."
Dear Mother
Whatever I am today...whatever little I have achieved...would never had been possible without...
The invisible helping hand, blind faith and slient prayers of my beloved Mother!
You are the God's Greatest Gift to me...
I Love You 'MA'!!
The invisible helping hand, blind faith and slient prayers of my beloved Mother!
You are the God's Greatest Gift to me...
I Love You 'MA'!!
FOR MY PAPA
YOU SHOWED ME THE ROPES,
YOU GAVE ME A HAND UP TO REACH THEM,
BUT YOU NEVER PULLED THEM FOR MR.
YOU MADE ME HEAR THE MUSIC,
EXPLAINED TO ME THE NOTES,
BUT YOU NEVER MADE ME HEAR THEM.
YOU TAUGHT ME THE WORDS,
MADE ME UNDERSTAND THEM,
BUT NEVER HELD THE PEN FOR ME.
YOU SHOWED ME THE FLOWERS,
IDENTIFIED THEM FOR ME,
BUT NEVER SMELT THEM FOR ME.
YOU LOVED ME UNCONDITIONALLY,
NEVER ASKED FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN,
AND THAT'S WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.....
YOU GAVE ME A HAND UP TO REACH THEM,
BUT YOU NEVER PULLED THEM FOR MR.
YOU MADE ME HEAR THE MUSIC,
EXPLAINED TO ME THE NOTES,
BUT YOU NEVER MADE ME HEAR THEM.
YOU TAUGHT ME THE WORDS,
MADE ME UNDERSTAND THEM,
BUT NEVER HELD THE PEN FOR ME.
YOU SHOWED ME THE FLOWERS,
IDENTIFIED THEM FOR ME,
BUT NEVER SMELT THEM FOR ME.
YOU LOVED ME UNCONDITIONALLY,
NEVER ASKED FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN,
AND THAT'S WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.....
There Is A Child
there is a child
who sits and broods
over her inability to age
tingling with the need
to run her shaking fingers
over the hands
of the boy beside her.
there is a child
who sits and stares
out the window
towards the ocean
because dreaming is the method
she must use
to save a smile.
there is a child
who sits and weeps
over innocence forgotten
and experience neglected
with the rising tide
and crashing waves.
there is a child
who will lay down
beneath a shroud
to be abandoned
and no mother will dare mourn
in the wake of her new day.
who sits and broods
over her inability to age
tingling with the need
to run her shaking fingers
over the hands
of the boy beside her.
there is a child
who sits and stares
out the window
towards the ocean
because dreaming is the method
she must use
to save a smile.
there is a child
who sits and weeps
over innocence forgotten
and experience neglected
with the rising tide
and crashing waves.
there is a child
who will lay down
beneath a shroud
to be abandoned
and no mother will dare mourn
in the wake of her new day.
Silver St
Slowly,silently,now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees,
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the pink breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
The Crystal Gazer ...
The Crystal Gazer
I shall gather myself into my self again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
I Shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent.
Watching the future come and the present go -
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro.
I shall gather myself into my self again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
I Shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent.
Watching the future come and the present go -
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro.
Untitled
Though it doesn't show
It still hurts inside
Still I think of all the times
I sat alone and cried
My childhood was ruined
and I can't go back in time
Momma, what were you thinking
What was going through your mind
Daddy you've done so much wrong
It kills me inside and brings me down
Still, I try to stand tall and strong
But all I can do is frown
Did you think I'd never know
Did you even care
How could you leave for days at a time
Like I wasn't even there
I try to hold my head up
but there's not a day I don't think of the past
I hide the feelings deep down inside me
Did you think I'd forget that fast
It's been years and there are more years to come
and still it'll hurt me as the days pass by
I'll never understand why you did it
I'll never understand why you lied
Yeah...it's better now
and everything is fine
But you will never understand
What I had in my mind
I felt like you didn't want me
Like I was nothing in this world
Mom and Dad, you were addicted to crack
I was an eight year old girl
I lived with family and friends
'cause all the money went for crack
Didn't know where you were going
Didn't know when you would be back
Daddy, I watched you beat my mom
She didn't leave 'cause she was addicted
Every time we'd find a place and settle down
A month later we'd be evicted
I was eight; my sister was nine
My little brother was two
How would it make you feel
If your parents did that to you
You will never understand
How you made us feel inside
So many times I stayed up late
Couldn't sleep, could only cry
I know I wouldn't do that to my kids
So you did teach me something good
But why you would want to do that to us
Is something I never understood
I can never forgive you for that mistake
Because it has changed my whole life
There was always nothing but drama
So there was always strife
I still love you with all my heart
Nothing can make that change
Nothing can make you not my parents
Nothing can make the past rearrange
I'm gald I turned out the way I did
and not like most kids would
I know what not to do
and I know what I should
I love you, Mom
and I love you, Dad
I love you for not giving me
The things I never had
FATHER
WHO IS A FATHER
AN ANGLE OR HUMAN?
HE IS WISE , HE IS VERY NICE
WHO UNDERSTANDS HIS CHILD FROM EVERY SIDE
PROTECTIVE AND CARING
GREAT AND DARING
HE IS A TEACHER, HE IS A GUIDE
HE IS LOVING AND IS ALWAYS RIGHT
SO WE SHOULD PRAY FOR HIS LONG LIFE
AS HE IS AN INDISPENSABLE PART OF OUR LIVES
AN ANGLE OR HUMAN?
HE IS WISE , HE IS VERY NICE
WHO UNDERSTANDS HIS CHILD FROM EVERY SIDE
PROTECTIVE AND CARING
GREAT AND DARING
HE IS A TEACHER, HE IS A GUIDE
HE IS LOVING AND IS ALWAYS RIGHT
SO WE SHOULD PRAY FOR HIS LONG LIFE
AS HE IS AN INDISPENSABLE PART OF OUR LIVES
Grandmothers
Grandmothers are mothers who are grand,
Restoring the sense that our most precious things
Are those that do not change much over time.
No love of childhood is more sublime,
Demanding little, giving on demand,
More inclined than most to grant the wings
On which we fly off to enchanted lands.
Though grandmothers must serve as second mothers,
Helping out with young and restless hearts,
Each has all the patience wisdom brings,
Remembering our passions more than others,
Soothing us with old and well-honed arts.
Restoring the sense that our most precious things
Are those that do not change much over time.
No love of childhood is more sublime,
Demanding little, giving on demand,
More inclined than most to grant the wings
On which we fly off to enchanted lands.
Though grandmothers must serve as second mothers,
Helping out with young and restless hearts,
Each has all the patience wisdom brings,
Remembering our passions more than others,
Soothing us with old and well-honed arts.
Great Bosses Grant The Glory They Receive
Great bosses grant the glory they receive,
Offering their praise and their devotion.
On them the mantle settles like a cloak
Designed to shelter lots of little folk,
Bearing them along in its emotion.
Yet freely we give more than we receive,
Eager to float that ship upon our ocean.
Offering their praise and their devotion.
On them the mantle settles like a cloak
Designed to shelter lots of little folk,
Bearing them along in its emotion.
Yet freely we give more than we receive,
Eager to float that ship upon our ocean.
IF I Could Give My Mother The World
Or anything she wanted,
I'd give her my own heart and soul
And leave my own heart haunted.
I'd take upon myself her life
With all its strife and pain,
And let her ease into some space
Where she could live again.
The pain for me would not be pain,
At least not for a while;
For I'd be doing it for her,
And I would see her smile.
No comments:
Post a Comment