thinking of my mom on mothers day...the bestest mom ever..:-)
“Will you hold me?”
a young child cries,
the mother smiles,
Love in her eyes,
she lifts the child
on her lap to sit,
“Always” she smiles,
a most perfect fit.
“Will you hold me?”
A grown child grinned
the mother gladly hugs,
her touch has no end.
Wrapped in a comfort,
only a mom could fill,
a loving embrace
that when let go, stays still.
“Will you hold me?”
says the child with a child.
The mom says “Sure”
twinkling eyes, wrinkled smile.
The love for the child,
their child feels too,
tenderly held
moms love, always new.
“Will you hold me?”
Whispers a mom, now old
A teary eyed child
Knows just what needs told.
“Of course!,
That’s the way
it always will be,
because forever
in your heart mom…
You have always held me”
This shows what it takes to realize the greatest gift in life: love,
when taken proper care, as a mother most usually has natural instincts to love her child(ren) unconditionally,
the way a bear always holds tremendously to her cubs, a horse to her fowl, the sun to the rays, the moon to the stars, the love will never go astray. It's nice for a mother to hear after the diapers, in later years, that (she) was always appreciated, that she will always be hugged, that she will always be loved,
the give and take of people to people; the ones who remember who loved them so; those are the ones my own mother would say, or writ, she was proud to know.
this had quite the wonderful pace .... so wonderfully presented, I utterly agreee with Astrid Hamilton - gift to each mother... Great to hear you had such a loving childhood. You have "potential", ( you do now great poem later my gosh.) your rhythm is flawless, and I loved this poem.
This shows what it takes to realize the greatest gift in life: love,
when taken proper care, as a mother most usually has natural instincts to love her child(ren) unconditionally,
the way a bear always holds tremendously to her cubs, a horse to her fowl, the sun to the rays, the moon to the stars, the love will never go astray. It's nice for a mother to hear after the diapers, in later years, that (she) was always appreciated, that she will always be hugged, that she will always be loved,
the give and take of people to people; the ones who remember who loved them so; those are the ones my own mother would say, or writ, she was proud to know.
HI!... :-)
".."Look in thy heart and write" is good counsel for poets; but when a poet looks in his heart he finds many things there besides the actual. That is why, and how, he is a poet." ...C.S... more..