Have a wonderful mothers day
A Mothers Love
To some love is just a word
To me it’s a feeling
A feeling I get every time I look into your eyes
A feeling I get when I realize your my mom
A mom who loves, shares, A mom who inspires
Unconditionally
What’s that?
That’s love
A mothers love, but only you would know
And me
You returned that love time and time again
Possibly to much, nevertheless you did
Thank-you
Thank-you for being there when I needed you most
For being my rock when I should have been yours
Thank-you for believing in me, even when I doubted myself
For being the one person I could trust
No matter what, no matter where
But most of all thank-you for being you-my mom
A mom I am so proud to claim
I love you
Now and forever
MY ROCK
(Mom)
Sometimes I catch myself
Thinking, “When I phone,
I can talk of this or that!”
Then remember, I’m alone.
She was always there
To answer my calls -
To listen to my “small talk”
Or when I climbed the walls.
At times, I didn’t feel like talking
And somehow, she understood -
Didn’t say she wished I’d call
Or make me feel like I should.
Now, I wish I would have
More times, to show I cared -
To say, just how important
Were, all those times we shared.
I could have shown my love
So much more than I did -
I never, did it enough
Even when I was a kid.
Now it’s too late to do or say
All those things I wish I had -
No way to ease the pain inside
When my heart is sad.
She was my “anchor” to this life -
The “rock”, that I clung to -
The place, where I could turn
When, nowhere else would do.
Now, the ravages of time
Have worn my “rock” away -
And all I have to cling to
Are memories of yesterday
Mothers and Daughters
We’re daughters and mothers
Not so long ago.
We give and take
And take and give
Along time’s endless row.
Love is passed
And love received
To be passed on again:
A precious heirloom
Twice, twice blessed,
A spiritual cardigan.
I’ll put it on
And treasure it,
The me I have received,
And when the roles
Reverse again,
I’ll have what I most need.
So may our love
Go on and on,
A hundred thousand years;
Mothers and daughters,
Daughters and mothers,
Through joys and other tears.
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Wow, Yani. That second poem really got me. I used to call my mom all the time. I so miss that. I told her everything. ((((((((((Yani))))))))))