Yes, I think motherhood has almost everything to do with it, but when I was pregnant with my daughter, I thought I'll never work again.
quote by Tea Leoni
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Sweet Sixteen, Welcome to Motherhood
The little boys of the hood
Introduced her to Motherhood
Is that good?
Sweet Sixteen, Sweet Sixteen
Welcome to Motherhood
Put on the tape and press rewind
Can you see what was on their minds?
Their quick fun release
Became your infectious disease
Sweet Sixteen, Sweet Sixteen
Welcome to Motherhood
Now is about money and food
Keeping warm with firewood
A young mother in a daughter
She’s got no more time to be rude
The little boys of the hood
Introduced her to Motherhood
If only she understood
They still go to school
She doesn’t!
Who's the fool?
2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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It is true that the movie is perhaps my most politically-charged. The story is thrust into motion by the idea of what do you do when your 13 year old daughter comes home pregnant. And not only is she pregnant, but she wants to keep the baby.
quote by Todd Solondz
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Long Lost Daughter
This poem was inspired by a storyline on the TV show 'Casualty', when Colette's long lost daughter found her.
My Mum came to see me at work,
Asking to speak to me urgently.
She had recieved a phone call
From my long lost daughter, Natalie.
Then one day, Natalie turned up at work.
I was taken by surprise:
She was a beautiful young lady now,
And was stood before my very eyes.
I asked my boss for an hour's break.
Natalie and I went for a walk.
We had a lot of catching up to do,
And had a good heart to heart talk.
She asked why I had her adopted
And I had to tell her the truth.
My Mum had told me if I kept her,
I was no longer welcome under her roof.
I was fifteen at the time.
I was alone and very afraid.
Soon after I had her, she was whisked away,
And so it was at home I stayed.
She asked about her father,
But he left me years ago.
When he discovered I was pregnant,
He just didn't want to know.
Sixteen years had passed
Since I gave my little girl away,
But eventhough life carried on,
I thought about her every day.
Only those close to me knew of her existence.
I'd kept her a secret all that time,
But now the time had finally arrived,
To tell the world, Natalie was mine!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Stay Away From My Daughter
Stay away from my daughter mark
Because my daughter is a young lady
And she is too young for you
And youre too old for her
Besides she is not a sex toy
That you can fool around with
You already made her pregnant before
And she lost the baby because of you
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Of all the haunting moments of motherhood, few rank with hearing your own words come out of your daughter's mouth.
quote by Victoria Secunda
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My 3 J's
My oldest son
Motherhood so new
I learn as he grows
My middle son
Motherhood a little easier
I learn as he grows
My youngest son
Motherhood a breeze
I learn as he grows
My 3 J's have made me a mother, mother - in - law and grandmother
With love and forgivness I have learned
Everything is new
Never a little eaiser
Not always a breeze
With my 3 J's
I continue to learn as they grow
poem by Sheila Cooper
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Payment
A tortuous path of neurons arced a call: ‘Awake! ’
I did; in rising, peering, stretching, bearing,
Pained anticipation saw it all:
Foretold, another filthy day.
I drew the drape: diluvian lay the ground
Beneath a lazy leaden cloud – apissing out
The puddles; irksome on the roof –
The drumming drops of bitter glee
Were hounding out a hapless me –
Reinforcing doubt that I am sound.
I left the house
to go to work
to earn a crust
without a perk
then on to bust
another straining vessel.
Trudging on thro’ mud and clay, I pondered:
‘Why a drought of happy times?
Auspicious climes were
Old and fusty books
Atop a dusty shelf
Inside a morgue-of-a-room,
Somewhere in a long-forgotten library
Down a lane without a way.’
I thought again: ‘And still I pay.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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It Takes Two
This is the woman that i married:
She always distance herself from me and,
Expected to become pregnant.
This is the woman that you married:
She always distance herself from you and,
Expected to become pregnant.
But how can she become pregnant without the sperms?
She needs to be closer always than ever,
She needs to meke love for her to become pregnant,
For it takes two to plant the seed and water the seed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Shadow-Child
Why do the wheels go whirring round,
Mother, mother?
Oh, mother, are they giants bound,
And will they growl forever?
Yes, fiery giants underground,
Daughter, little daughter,
Forever turn the wheels around,
And rumble-grumble ever.
Why do I pick the threads all day,
Mother, mother,
While sunshine children are at play?
And must I work forever?
Yes, shadow-child; the live-long day,
Daughter, little daughter,
Your hands must pick the threads away,
And feel the sunshine never.
Why do the birds sing in the sun,
Mother, mother,
If all day long I run and run,
Run with the wheels forever?
The birds may sing till day is done,
Daughter, little daughter,
But with the- wheels your feet must run—
Run with the wheels forever.
Why do I feel so tired each night,
Mother, mother?
The wheels are always buzzing bright;
Do they grow sleepy never?
Oh, baby thing, so soft and white,
Daughter, little daughter,
The big wheels grind us in their might,
And they will grind forever.
And is the white thread never spun,
Mother, mother?
And is the white cloth never done,
For you and me done never?
Oh yes, our thread will all be spun,
Daughter, little daughter,
When we lie down out in the sun,
And work no more forever.
And when will come that happy day,
Mother, mother?
Oh, shall we laugh and sing and play
Out in the sun forever?
Nay, shadow-child, we'll rest all day,
Daughter, little daughter,
Where green grass grows and roses gay,
There in the sun forever.
poem by Harriet Monroe
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Oh, My Darling Daughter MaKayla
Oh, My Darling Daughter, MaKayla,
My God, how I have missed you.
I thought of you every second of every day,
Always wondering just what it was that you were up to.
You had thought that I had forgotten,
But, Baby Girl, I cannot ever forget.
None of the Hell that we all went through,
Nor any of the things that I may now regret.
Oh, My Darling Daughter, MaKayla,
I love you, so very much.
It practically killed of these past years,
How you and I some how lost touch.
Oh, My Darling Daughter, MaKayla,
I am so proud of you, and whom you have become.
You are Intelligent and Beautiful,
And to me, you are simply Number 1.
Oh, my darling daughter, MaKayla,
I am here, if and when ever you may need me.
I will remain where I have always been,
All these years.
Written By Jessica Lynn Hepner
poem by Jessica Lynn Hepner
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I am your Father
I am your Father,
You are my daughter,
We are too happy,
Because we are together
You are so cute,
As per my thought,
What I wish I got.
I am you Father,
You are my Daughter.
You are my love,
Before you, life was too tough,
Now whatever I have,
O God that is enough.
I am your father,
You are my Daughter.
(ahmadponting)
poem by Aftab Ahmad
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My Water Just Broke
Im poetically pregnant, like i keep opening my mouth, giving birth to rhymes, giving birth to metaphors like 'children, who is your daddy? '
i remember making love to OpenMike, a few weeks later, i fell hard for QBase.
One of these two impregnated me.
Love of my life: BassGuitar fully supports my newborn words.
Motherhood couldnt be this better.
#i gotta run, my water just broke.
poem by Opelo Boingotlo Letshwiti
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None of my own experiences ever finds its way into my work. However, the stages of my life - motherhood, middle age, etc. - often influence my subject matter.
quote by Anne Tyler
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Instincts
Now...
That she has established herself,
In a career.
She believes...
Her motherhood instincts,
Are just as good!
And I thought...
She was lousy,
In bed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Angel Daughter
My Angel Daughter
You came into this world
Was treasured forever.
An angel sent from heaven above
For my pride heart to embrace.
My pride heart is overflowing
With the marvel of a love like
I have never acknowledged.
When I cuddled you in my arms
It was magical! A touch no other
But my motherhood could offer.
Truly the passion required no words.
Your gorgeous face
Is something I admire to see each day?
With a single word of love to intensity
As you are so cute and amazingly lucid
Your eyes soften me with emotion
So powerful it is beyond belief.
A caring and unconditional love
That shines from them, that…
Makes me tremble with excitement
For our life to start a journey
Each day your smile seal
my heart with a happiness
To have you in my life daughter
is truly a blessing!
Whenever my cute daughter you embrace me,
I hope you by no means let go from me
I will always embrace you back,
And this I hope you know...........
How much I desire for you to be with me
You’re my angel daughter, my sweetest daughter,
Everything I desire you to be.
You’re my angel daughter sent from god,
To share my life with you.
Maybe one day we meet again,
In other circumstances and…
I promise to you yet again
My unconditional love and devotion.
For I will treasure each day
That God provide me and you,
Our own little piece of heaven on earth.
In which we can live forever
God bless you my angel daughter...
With health, wealth and happiness of peace
God bless you with all you necessitate in life.
You are my angel daughter....
I love you so.....
On summer evening a month of June,21 years ago I gave birth to a cute loving daughter, which was a very excitement day for both of us to see her softness and the way she embrace in my arms. Today she is grown up as a beautiful woman. One day she will leave my side to build her future and family like me.
Copyright; Ezna 12/Nov/ 2009
poem by Ezna Stephna
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Expariate
Privacy,
To ensure;
Expatriate,
To move out;
Indicates,
With frantic efforts!
For the female teacher is now pregnant;
But, this restricted enclave is for the best interest of your love.
Required to pay,
Under it;
Aside,
For the past seventy years! !
And like the muse of your love today;
But the female teacher is now pregnant.
The base,
Operating at the paste of your love;
The figure,
Worked out daily to enhance your name! !
But the female teacher is now pregnant.
Detected,
Explained,
Arrived;
And like the muse of your love after this discovery! !
For, the female teacher is now pregnant.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Kya kahna (What to tell)
She was as innocent as water
And fell in love with a romantic hero.
He won one more feather to his cap.
She lost her only feather to his trap.
He is a hunter. She is a hunted.
What mercy could exude from a hunter?
A Viswamithra he became. A thrown
Out Meneka, she stood resolute.
She wanted not to eat a humble pie.
She wanted not to emulate Kunti.
She wanted to retain her motherhood.
Against all the law and all the ethics.
A monument her child might come,
That would humble him to fall at her feet,
Which she wanted, and rejected outright
To marry the former lover she shunned.
Murder not the motherhood
If moral or immoral.
Reject not the beloved
If a virgin or a victim.
Then would rebound the motherhood.
Then refined would be the beloved
[an abstract of a Hindi movie]
04.09.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Father and Daughter
I never thought I'd live
One day to see my daughter be
A Human Resources Policy Executive.
But then perhaps
My daughter’d rather
Not have a would-be poet for a father.
poem by Pete Crowther
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Still you believe marriages are heavenly....
Our only daughter is our pride
Graduated in flying colours without a guide
Won a seat in Management, as she so did decide
Went ahead with a programme in marketing side
Her progress in studies was fantastic
Her plans were far stretched and truly futuristic
Her desire was to grow into a woman majestic
Ignoring others comments, even if sarcastic
We thought it was time she be given in marriage
As it is Indian custom to get the daughter married in right age
We came across a family that held a good image
We came to know the family is well knit in traditional cage
The boy, an engineer, working abroad
In our interaction we discover in him a mind broad
We thought he is the boy and requires no further prod
There was no reason for us to doubt any fraud
With friends and relatives around, marriage was solemnized
All got only good things to say and all were pleased
With the bridegroom and his family that further released
Us of all anxieties and worries, we thoroughly eased
We happily saw off our daughter to the foreign soil,
Where her husband serves and which is peaceful with no turmoil
We kept track of their welfare and we heard nothing that would spoil
Our moods, we felt our daughter and her husband are in smooth sail
Months passed and our daughter started discovering
The other side of her husband and his family, who were bothering
Her for money and other favours, but she told us she is gearing
Up to set things right with the strength of her educational bearing
Alas, one day we heard that our loving pregnant daughter was thrown
Off by her in-laws from a dashing car in the mid town
Suffered multiple fractures and hospitalized and down
With coma, paralyzed and most of her organs drown
With no one attending to her, either in-laws or husband
We rushed to her, attended and brought her back to our land
She recovered a bit, at times feebly smiling at those who stand
Around her, unable to move or shake with them her hand
She delivered safe her little cute daughter, the only solace
But she could not hold the infant, feed or embrace
She is our everything and was once shining with grace
Which this marriage, did totally erase
We do believe that marriages are made in heaven
But some can drive you to hell
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The Saints of Your Joy
Your daughter’s body was sick today, and I could not
Help it
With the customers coming in and buying corn fifteen for
A dollar until my parents painted over the sign:
And we watched each other while I carted around the
Green island fichus and sang the sweetness of
The theoretical mountains I keep you in,
Your brown body having its own prominences the size of
Dolls,
And I have desires of buying a bicycle, or taking you on
My shoulders to the island in the center of the
Lake Worth Lagoon,
But I am happy now that you don’t have time to read
The lies I’ve been singing you- Your young daughter is sick
And needs your attention,
But Sunday is her birthday and I am going to be glad to work
Your shift:
I’m going to work hard to find the work you named her after in
Spanish:
Heidi is her name, and she is your daughter, and her world will
Soon heal and fill up with sweet things in the refrigerator
And with the saints of your joy.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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