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Pity all faithless women who have loved. None knows
How much it hurts a woman to do wrong to love.
The mother who has felt the child within her move,
Shall she forget her child, and those ecstatic throes?

Then pity faithless women who have loved. These have
Murdered within them something born out of their pain.
These mothers of the child whom they have loved and slain
May not so much as lay the child within a grave.

poem by Arthur Symons
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Child

Child,
God knows
how much I love you.

Child,
I may not be
the kind of mother
that you want,
I may not have given you
the kind of life
that you want,
but I'm your mother
and no one can change that.

Child,
you are so dear to me,
and all through my life
I wish nothing
but your happiness.

Child,
forgive this mother
for not having the strength
to protect you from sadness
of being apart
from your loved one.

But child,
I am more sad
when you cry for a man
whom I think
not worthy of you.

So child,
please bear the pain
because I believe
that somewhere
there is someone
worthy of your love.

Child,
trust me
you will find that man,
if you just set yourself free
from your wrong love.

Child,
I'm your mother...
I have raised you,
and I know
what is best for you.

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Dreams Of A Child

I was just a kid
In love with you

I couldn't sleep
For thinking of you

You never hurt me
You never sent me away
You always loved me
In your own special way

I was a child in madness
Violence and sadness
But you showed me the way
To love one day

I thought I loved you
I thought you loved me
I guess it was
Just the tears of a child
Wanting to be loved

When I laid in bed at night
And heard the pain
Of my mothers plight
I'd close my eyes
And think of you

You never hurt me
You never sent me away
You always loved me
In your own special way

Dreams of a child
Turn into nightmares of a man
Making me want to end
This life of hell

But then I think of you
And the dreams I had of you
And decide to stay another day

Childhood memories lost
Except for the ones
Of knowing you

You never hurt me
You never sent me away
You always loved me
In your own special way

When I lie down and die
I will always know

I at least loved once

poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Being A Mother

MOTHER! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
MOTHER IS A WORD
MOTHER IS A PERSON
MOTHER IS A WOMEN
BUT WAT IS REALLY A MOTHER?
MOTHER! ! ! ! ! !
MOTHER IS WOMEN WHO GIVES BIRTH
NO........
MOTHER IS A WOMEN WHO CARES OF HER BABY
MOTHER IS A WOMEN WHO IS WILLING TO GIVE HER LIFE FOR THEIR BABY'S
ANY WOMEN CAN HAVE A BABY
ANY WOMEN CAN GIVE BIRTH
ANY WOMEN CAN BE CALLED MOM
BUT ONLY A REAL WOMEN
ONLY A REAL MOTHER CAN TAKE OVER HER RESPOSABILITIES
ONLY A WOMEN CAN DO WHATS BEST FOR THEIR CHILD
A MOTHER! ! ! ! ! ! !
A MOTHER LIKE ME
A MOTHER LIKE U
A MOTHER WHO CRIES FOR THEIR CHILD
A MOTHER WHO PRAYS FOR THEIR CHILD
A MOTHER WHO GIVES HER LIFE FOR THEIR CHILD
A MOTHER WHO STARVES TO FEED HER CHILD
A MOTHER WHO IS WILLING TO SLEEP IN THE COLD FOR THEIR CHILD,
A MOTHER WHO MAKES HER CHILDREN FEEL SAFE IN HER ARMS,
BEING THAT MOTHER! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
BEING THAT MOTHER TAKES ALOT OF WOMEN N A PERSON
BEING A MOTHER........

poem by Leticia Sanchez
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A Mother

How can a mother forget her child,
the child who is conceived nine months in the womb
the child that is cradled at daytime,
night time until dawn?
How can a mother forget her child?

How can a mother forget her child
the child who after the flow of months
has learned to stand and run?
How can a mother forget her child,
the child whose mouth imitates her mother`s tongue,
the child who after a year or two can say,
'Mama, I love you'?

How can a mother forget her child,
the child who is so dear in her own heart and mind,
the child that reveals the mystery of creation,
the beauty of growth and human interaction.
the infinity of our own universe
within its finite linear time?

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Child of Zar'roc

Child of Zar'roc
Born during the storm
Raining down blood
Striving on hate
Drinking the tears
Of those in pain
Poor child
Born of Zar'roc
Sheath your sword
And bow your head
Dont take the path
Thats set before you
Turn dear child turn
Run down the path of good
Hurry child of Zar'roc hurry
For fate may soon come
Crashing down on your world
I pity you child of Zar'roc
Truly I do
To be born in such a life
I truly pity you

poem by Janelle Morehart
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A Mothers Love

A mothers love is everlasting, forever
A mother and her child will always be together
A mothers love for her child through the smiles and the tears
Will stay strong for years and years
A mothers love will never die
Even if sometimes her child makes her cry
A mother can really reach up high, and touch the sky
When next to her is her child
A mothers love will reach beyond the grave
When a mother is with her child she will always be brave
Two children or one, daughter or son
More precious than the stars above
You can never take a mothers love

poem by Natasha Potter
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Mother or Momma

A mother gives birth, but a momma raises a child.
A mother brags on how smart her child is.

A momma teaches a child how to live.
A mother gives her child a way.

A momma sets her child free.
A mother tells her child she loves him or her.

A momma shows her child that he or she is loved.
Now that you know the difference which one are you; a mother or a momma?

poem by Lore Me34
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I Would Do For You

The Mother looks into the eyes of her child,
With the love that is so deep and true
Then she hugs her child and loves her child,
And says, “ there is nothing that I would not do for you”.
She loves her child more than she does herself
She’ll places her child above all others
For the child she would die, And not even ask why,
As the child is hers, and she is the mother.
She knows she’ll will always be there for her child
No matter the pain or a reason why,
Just to see it smile or hear it laugh
It is the greatest joy that a mother wont hide.
She will follow her child throughout her life
That being the reason why she says she lives
The love is so great for a mother and her child,
That there is nothing that she would not do or give.
She thinks of her child constantly when she is alone
She knows no pain or discomfort when the child is near,
She is only here to make her child happy and wise
While hoping never to bring her child a tear.
I now look into the eyes of my wife,
The woman who I love with a love so deep and true,
As a mother loves her child, a man he loves his wife
And with her in mind I say, “ there is nothing that I wouldn't do for you”.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Could be a cruel mother

My husband’s mother loved,
Cared and nursed my son,
More than she did her son,
Pouring her sweats and time.

Someone caring my son
Must be a source of pride
To me beside a relief.
Yet I felt most perturbed.

The child grew under her care;
The child found a good time
To be found near her
With its back towards me.

The lady must exit.
She did as I planned.
The child fell sick and felt
Bad about her absence.

I’ve been much relieved.
The child has much grieved.
I became much spirited
And the child, dispirited.

The welfare of the child
Was not my concern, ho!
My sole concern was that
It was under my spell.

Aren’t I a cruel mother?
21.09.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Breastmilk

Of craftiness and subtleness!
But if i have breatsmilk,
I will feed my child all day.
Like a caring mother who cheerishes her children,
I will feed my child all day long.

Your baby needs breastmilk like,
A woman after hwer own heart;
And you are a devoted woman of a higher rank.
Sisters, Mothers, Women!
Of the sweet smelling aroma of your breastmilk;
But the family in heaven is like a child with the mother.

Stand the test and be obedient in all things,
Give your baby food and forget about your phone calls!
For you are not my mother and,
You are not an African woman.
I know how it feels and,
I know who you are;
But feed your baby with breastmilk at all times.

Like a house without hands,
Give your baby breastmilk to keep the child healthy;
For out of the blessings of the Creator you've got this child.
The door is now open on you,
The truth is now set for you,
The care is now in your own hands,
But your child really need this milk.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Precious As A Child

precious as a child

nothing should be
more precious
than a child

nothing should be more
contagious than a smille
of a child

nothing should be
more cared of
than a child

childrens innocence
so often shattered

childrens love
so often flouted

nothing should be more
of importance
than a child

nothing should be more
powerfully loved by us
than a child

childrens spontaneity
so often trampled on

childrens forgiveness
so often ignored

nothing should be more
cherished in this world
than a child

nothing should be more
hugged with affection
than a child

tell me stranger
what is more
beautiful and precious
than any dear child

poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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When childhood dies, its corpses are called..?

what does child mean?
a miniature of yourself
a treasure to be loved
or a learning human

what does child mean?
a gift to be cared
a burden in your life
or a true friend

what does child mean?
a sacrificial lamb
a heir from family line
or his/her own future

what does child mean?
a natural born trouble
a sweet little angel
or just a mere child

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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