A Mother's Poem
Life is a funny story,
And yet this bundle of joy,
is more precious than life itself,
Nothing could ever seem as perfect,
or compare to this moment,
this memory,
this child I call my own,
Her innocent eyes beholds mine,
and I imagine what she is looking at for the
first time,
Will I live up to her expectations,
Will I disappoint,
How can I shield mine own from the world,
No bubble will ever be big enough,
Or wide enough for mine,
Those crinkly eyes,
smooth flawless,
Perfect wiggly toes,
all ten of them,
and those fingers,
fisted, wrapped snugly,
fighting this world,
Will I be strong enough to break this hold?
Will I be strong enough to watch mine grow?
Losing her innocence one piece at a time?
Her fingers are wrapped tightly around my finger,
and I marvel at this miracle,
this wonder that has entered my life,
and I pray that she will be strong enough
to let me go,
when the time is right
A Daughter's Poem
The silver spoon is just a myth,
All I had was my mother,
I still do,
My cheeks will always remember,
the course, smooth, and sometimes skin,
her very spirit infused within me,
The solution of life, of her’s, now
makes me strong,
The sweet melody that sings sweetly,
sometimes harsh, sometimes soft,
never discouraging,
always my head seeks that voice,
I’ve been nurtured from her very roots,
Her stories are mine,
Her blood is mine,
the rich viscous red that runs through these lines,
My veins,
The bruises, the aches, the welts,
What others call abuse,
I call love,
Discipline has taught me many things,
That love has many forms,
Her very nature,
Mine,
Her hurts, her tears, the bruises that marks her heart,
Are mine,
I see my reflection in her eyes,
and discover that I am a perfect mirror
of Her
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Poetry
Thơ caSometimes people cannot really explain what they feel and sometimes it harder to show it. To me and my friends; it easier to write down in paper and rhymes to show it, our true emotion from the inside out.
