THROUGHOUT THE AGES

Where would we be without our Mothers maternal love? We didn’t see it then but I hope we appreciate it while it lasts.

5

You made my favorite meals whenever I was sad,

You read me stories and reminded me how great I was,

That all my dreams were plausible, and each I would have,

Your love was all I needed then, Mother.

10

I couldn’t play past seven, while all my friends could,

Your rules were harsher than sadist Adolf Hitler,

Homework had to be complete and done good.

Your perfectionism made me hate you, Mother.

15

You never forgot to make my birthdays special,

Never relying on gifts but the thought behind it,

Your advice was so powerful, got me through all my trials.

You were so well-versed and I loved you so, Mother.

18

You claimed I still wasn’t old enough to go partying,

That my decision-making was juvenile but still maturing,

I disobeyed you cruelly then, and hurt you badly with words.

Your tears and poignance made me hate you, Mother.

25   

You never gave up and made me understand what you saw in me,

Gave your prodigal son another chance despite all the hurt.

While my friends wasted their lives away, you pushed me to succeed.

You were immovably patient and I loved you Mother.

35  

Visiting my luxurious beach house you cannot help but smile,

Your grandchildren admirably littering and marauding around,

That gleam in your eye is so reminiscent, it takes me back miles

You were proud of what I’d become and I love you Mother.

50

The rain pelting all the guests coming to pay their respects to you,

I’m broken into irreplaceable shards but you knew this day would come,

Moulded me beyond any indubitable perfection and helped me through.

Oh Mother I will Love you forever and always… …

-M.Babu-

Author's Note

A mother’s love is a flame that burns the deepest shade crimson. It is far beyond my foolish words can describe and forgive my inadeptness for I cannot fully bring out how much it changed and moulded me. No fancy metaphors, no alliteration, little imagery…just my own tribute stripped down and bare. Mother Thank you.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Your words really touch me, there's an abundance of feeling in every line .. the way you say you hated your mother when you were young, it happens. that's how youngsters are, rebelling against discipline. Then, as you grew older and prospered you realise it was your upbringing had made you the man you'd become.

Your language here is straighforward - good and bad: ' I disobeyed you cruelly then, and hurt you badly with words. Your tears and poignance made me hate you, Mother. ' then .. 'That gleam in your eye is so reminiscent, it takes me back miles ~ You were proud of what I’d become and I love you Mother.' A sad finish ..

Your writing here and now is simpler but as dramatic as before .. it reads naturally but with shape.

[jay-lyse]

This piece is full of so much love and emotion. Mothers mean so much, they gave us our first breathe. Great Poem

[Kinau]

That was a beautiful capture of what all good mothers go through and want, because I think that one of the main gosls of a mother is to teach her children to make the right decisions, better than what she had made in her life, and for this amazing capture of the pure essence of the wishes of many mothers, I applaud you.

[Nastia]

amazing. a tribute so touching any mother would shed a joyous tear for.

your writing touches matters many of us barely think of congrats

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

Amazing and Beautiful it made me cry a little
I never knew my mother she left when I was 5
but I had my grandmother :) whom I consider my mother

[CookieMonster♥&h..]

yer words in this are amazing:)

[Judy Ponceby]

That is all any mother could ever want. Beautifully done, and no doubt she sees and appreciates. Peace be with you.

[Bryan Micheni]

I like the emotion, the realism, the truth... Outstanding

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Reading this on a perfect day here in the UK. Mother's day made that little more special with your poem my friend.

[Quinn Blackburn]

near Speechless, Michael... stunningly beautiful wordcrafting.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

The beauty of a love for your Mother, fantastic tribute. The good times and bad times but always the love and respect is there.