Ayshela Posted October 29, 2003 Report Share Posted October 29, 2003 Her face is rough, skin worn thick with years of work and worry. Hazel eyes that gleam with mirth, that sort the truth from lies. Calloused hands, worn rough with trying their every need to fill. Time scarred heart, kicked and bleeding, from which the warmth still seeps. Hugs and kisses, words of praise, and limits sharply drawn, because she loves them. Because she is their mom. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted October 29, 2003 Report Share Posted October 29, 2003 Mom isn't just a statement of birthing - Although that is part of it. Mom isn't just a cook - Although she may do that. Mom doesn't just nurture - Although she often does. For Mom is a verb of life As well as the noun It is an affirmation of caring She's always around Mom kisses and hugs But when it's best can say "no" 'Cause she loves you now And *after* you grow Mom is the one whose choice Is you over herself To meet your needs Her own go on a shelf And while she grows old And thickens with age And skin roughens and wrinkles And advice seems foolish, then sage Her heart's own reward Comes when you raise and from your wide-open mouth - Your Mother you praise. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Regel Posted October 29, 2003 Report Share Posted October 29, 2003 Straight through the heart. Nice shot. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
X-Sabre Posted October 29, 2003 Report Share Posted October 29, 2003 Awesome poem. Wish my mom could be here to read it, but she's not. But thanks.. Really warmed me up inside, something I've been needing for a while. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WrenWind Posted October 29, 2003 Report Share Posted October 29, 2003 *Hugs X-Sabre* Great poems both nice to know we are appreciated sometimes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ayshela Posted October 29, 2003 Author Report Share Posted October 29, 2003 *sigh* not indicative of my own mother at all, unfortunately. *hugs Wrenwind and X-Sabre* *nods* at Peredhil. True words, and it's so nice to hear, when it comes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alaeha Posted October 30, 2003 Report Share Posted October 30, 2003 Heh... The beginning of the song, at least, is relevant: "From the Bible to the popular song There's one theme that we find right along Of all ideals they hail as good The most sublime is Motherhood" - Tom Lehrer: Oedipus Rex. Sorry... I'm tired. It was the song I thought of when I read through all this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Appy Posted October 31, 2003 Report Share Posted October 31, 2003 great pictures, great messages... great work, made me smile *hugs* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Beautiful Nightmare Posted November 1, 2003 Report Share Posted November 1, 2003 Wow this is such a great poem i wish i could say yeh arent moms great but hmmm i cant i havent experianced a nice mother but for all those who did i am truley jealous! I like the poem alot its just a petty i cannot relate to it! *hugs* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ayshela Posted November 1, 2003 Author Report Share Posted November 1, 2003 *smile* not MY mom.. any poem i wrote about my mother creature would be of a totally different tone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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