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Free Verse
Celebrating Mother's
Day May 9, 2010
Just Mother
Our
mother gave her love for joy,
bestowing it on some sweet boy,
who played with her just like a toy.
Our Mother.
Our mother was a child herself,
with no one by her side to help,
no hand to hold her when she fell.
Our mother.
Our mother’d naught to feed us with,
she gave us up, we were just kids.
Nobody cared, not even a spit,
just mother.
My
Mother’s Voice
Sometimes just before I wake
I hear her soft voice calling me
It stirs me reassuringly,
a feeling of security
My mother died some years ago,
my tears fall on the page
for all the times I’ve missed her,
for all the words not said.
Could it be my mothers’ voice,
or am I only dreaming?
And if I dream then leave me dream
so I can hear her voice again.
My
Mother’s Hands
My
mother had thick, wide, hands,
callused from years of hard work.
I used to like to hold them,
feel their strength and warmth
Those were the hands that cared,
caressed and held her me close.
Those were the hands that scrubbed
and washed and cooked and nursed.
My mother had beautiful hands
and would paint her nails light pink.
They were warm, artistic hands
that could crochet well and knit.
Those were the hands that created,
made beautiful shawls and clothes.
Those were the hands that altered dresses
I wore ‘til they were old.
My mother had beautiful hands
that cooked and cleaned and scrubbed,
and within the things that those hands did
were bundles and bundles of love.
Waiting for the bus
The
market place was closin’
my feet were nearly frozen
I tried to see the bus come through the snow.
But even though I strained
no bus ever came
and I wished I were back home
in bed that night.
Then behold, we saw a Taxi
Mother said “oh should we,
baby’s cold, ain’t that what money’s for?”
So she held up a free hand
and hailed that taxi man.
I’d never been in a taxicab before.
It was big and bright and black,
and we sat up at the back,
the man who drove it was so very nice.
I snuggled up to mum
She said ‘you warmer hon?’
And I fell fast asleep upon her lap.
It was the best ride I’d ever had
in that black taxi cab.
I thought my mum
the best that there could be!
When I was three
and she hailed a cab for me.
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