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My Mother

When my mother was alive
Our home was like a bee hive
Full of nector of life
An friendly faces
Now that she is gone,
And as time races
Relationships previously healthy And warm,
Fall to mistrust and harm
Like a string binding beads together
Mothers bring people close to one-another.

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A MOTHERS GRIEF

Two of my children were kidnapped as babies, and I suffered so much over it.  This poem came out of that suffering, along with many many more.

A MOTHER’S GRIEF

It’s really hard to bear
The loneliness within
When emotions test
And hearts bleed
When children’s arms
Reach out to mother’ running
As they are taken from her
And pain is enthroned
To leave her with nothing
But the pain and
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My Mother's Gentle Hands

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My Mother used to comb my long hair.

When she hit a tangle I would cry

out in pain.

 

She would place her gentle hands

upon my head and whisper, "I'm sorry

darling but you must endure the

pain so that your hair will be shiny

and beautiful."

 

When my life hits a tangle I long fo...

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MOTHERHOOD

Now I know the happy teeth and smiling faces, The banana stained coat and tottering paces, The hand that grasps the latent breast, The head that snuggles upon my chest, The feet that curl around my waist, Her body softly leant against. Was there ever a child so good, I thank God for my motherhood.

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