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O, mother

O mother except you no other,
No one can fill place either,
No brother, sister or father,
Only you mother and no other,

On this earth unique place you find,
So important and no one would mind,
As moon and stars always shine,
You hold position as that of power divine,

You hold all of us close to the chest,
Take great care and keep us in nest,
Worry you more and feed us best,
You make all of us happy and then rest,

You sleet in wet cloths and kept us dry
Awoke at night and stopped our cry,
Always we fell down when tried to fly
Gave us shield and cover when felt shy

You did not eat full but little saved
Faced problems more but never caved,
We were kept neat and always clean,
But you didn’t think it was mean,

I remember once mom you wept,
Havoc played by flood and house nearly swept,
You struggled very hard and together kept,
Neither you created bogey nor did you weep

Taught us lessons how to stand fast,
Hurdles to face many but not to last,
Essence of life not to be washed away,
Neither to be carried away nor to miss the way,

Such stand fast in life you always stood,
Otherwise would have starved for the want of food,
You stood like rock and done work good,
Made us so humble and taken out of wood,

What I am today all because of you,
I consider you always next to 'THOU'
He is everywhere but not in race
I see His reflection on your face

Whole world exists and so do I,
Had you not been here what could see my eye?
All flash, bones and body wants to reveal something
As it is seen today would have been nothing

Words may be less and find no place
No object on earth can take place or replace
No amount of praise can do a better
Ink may not do good so as to write letter,

Even in leisure, happiness I measure,
Never get an answer and am also not sure,
Even for little pain you had simple cure,
Even at home you made us fully secured,

Even if put body and life at service,
Will do neither good and nor it suffice,
Mom I wept so much at your demise,
I found no one to console and to promise,

I may dare not and not even think,
Word of dishonor and even blink,
I may even think all mothers alike,
Whether all agree or have dislike,

With a word 'mother” heart is filled,
Life becomes sweeter and doesn't matter,
Even with the age I am still child,
Remember your beating when I grew wild,

You are laid to rest
But still you offer best,
I stand firm and loose no test,
Your good advices firmly to chest

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Miss You Badly

I was selfish and erring human
She was exception and lovely woman
I call her my mother and best in world
How safe I was when went to her fold!

I cry to full extent and miss badly
I have no memory and spent day very sadly
O mom! Show me your face at least once
I have tried but have no more chance

I vividly remember being at orphanage
Somebody had wrapped me and dropped near drainage
I was taken to child home and brought up with care
World was so small for me to go somewhere

I understand you may be threatened by dark clouds
It may be puzzling you with lightening sound
How terrible it might have been to make night round!
dropp the child at wild place and never to be found

I can imagine about the inner cruse for life
You might have tried to be ideal and good wife
Alas! I could have been your beautiful baby
Just little blessing from almighty might have kept you steady

I have breathed safely in their hands
They all are like me and behave as friends
I look at stars and try to find you out
To know the meaning of 'mother' and think about

You may surely be innocent like moon
You may try to find me out soon
Mom, how will you find me from so many children?
You may have no faintest ideas even

I miss you today and feel shy to look at sun
Why had all divine forces made you to run?
What was the compelling situation for you to desert?
Does the situation not change it to revert?

Mom, wherever you are and whatever you are
You are my favorite and shining star
I see no fading light in you but twinkling shine
You always come in my dream and look fine

I will not cry as an orphan
I am daughter of pretty woman
I miss you in heart and silently weep
You remember me sometimes but happily sleep

I know how hard it may be to leave behind
A crying child to somebody's trust and never to find
You might have dashed your head against walls
With heavy heart you might have obeyed to calls

Today is the day to remember mothers all over
Let them find in comfortable position with shield or cover
Many more may be abandoned in coming days
Let god suggest and instill beautiful ways

I curse the luck and miss you
But not pass the blame as you have passed through
All agony and pain not suffered by any one
You are for me so special and sacred woman

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Sell My Soul

“My soul and body for sale “
Offer from fish to a big whale,
When saw a big danger face went pale,
But indeed plain truth and not simple tale,

I can’t grow any more,
Nor can I protect in downpour,
Never faced worst ever this before,
Broken at heart and body lay tore,

I may not offer or even fight,
Find no candle even there no light,
Situation may be worse or even tight,
Worries may be more solution not in sight,

Tough it prove life may prove hard,
Can’t keep it away or off may ward,
Still it may remain, close I may eyes,
Nor it may vanish even I make byes,

I may boost big and promise tall make,
Handle it with ease and eat like cake,
Shaken from within when face rough,
Resolve may shrink when task find tough,

Still I may not relent, and also lament,
But loose I may ground and offer no comment,
I may collect thread and wave it neat,
Try to project success and excellent feat,

Had it been in reach, I may hold good,
Last I may more even without food,
But alas! I am gone and face defeat,
I may loose ground and may retreat,

Still I may hold firm and loose not grip,
Dark may not deter even light may trip,
I still stand fast and put brave front,
Odd may not give in I may more confront,

But as I said I just cave in,
Future lay barren and I shatter within,
I can’t offer more than body and soul,
Life proved hard and I feel foul,

So do I offer soul and body sale,
Story may not find well with male,
But it may find favour and also flavour,
I may keep it low but it will clamour

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Her mind

What is figuring actually?
May not be the fact really
She should never cry
I always care and try

Let her be at her original mind?
She is universally known as kind
She will loose the shine
If goes off the trace meanwhile

Nothing should be grudged or borne
The heart may stand totally torn
No impulse may pass through
It may then be difficult to prove

We stand to loose in game
No one but we should share the blame
Love is only solution and way out
Everything will be fruitless if we talk about

Be a mother to child
Shed the impression that you are wild
You kind woman with lots of affection
You speak noble and show with action

Be centre core of the universe
Prove asset with no more curse
I find whole world at your feet
Let us smile whenever we meet

Women are in fact goddesses
Nothing can go before them as misses
She is there for every purpose
At least I will have honor before her to depose

Why I see whole world’s reflection?
Pain, joy, agony and all the reactions
Faced with no complaints in all the seasons
I see absolutely no cause or reasons

Why man can not find his origin?
Why there should be deviation or margin?
Who in fact will loose or win?
I see in it as total sin

World is same as was before
We have never changed and failed to adore
Mother was mother and sister was sister
Lover has remained same in true color as lover

I love regardless of color
She may be in fact minor or major
I shall continue to grow
Let there be odd to river flow

I may miss all the Gods
I may even miss the words of lords
What may matter most in crucial life?
Who servers as good mother, sister, lover or wife?

Let us act humble and stand for cause
It is unwarranted and of no use
Be it women’s day or child abuse
We can never stand alone and refuse

I do not know what today’s scene is
It will be difficult to predict tomorrow’s scene
Let us pray for no more ugly scenes
We must remain watchful and very keen

All praises to serving woman
Home too is adored by her for working man
She may remain at pivotal position
The life train may always remain in motion

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Only Child

Boy of mine
As your fortune comes to carry you down the line
And you watch as the changes unfold
And you sort among the stories youve been told
If some pieces of the picture are hard to find
And the answers to your questions are hard to hold
Take good care of your mother
When youre making up your mind
Should one thing or another take you from behind
Though the world may make you hard and wild
And determine how your life is styled
When youve come to feel that youre the only child
Take good care of your brother
Let the disappointments pass
Let the laughter fill your glass
Let your illusions last until they shatter
Whatever you might hope to find
Among the thoughts that crowd your mind
There wont be many that ever really matter
But take good care of your mother
And remember to be kind
When the pain of another will serve you to remind
That there are those who feel themselves exiled
On whom the fortune never smiled
And upon whose life the heartache has been piled
Theyre just looking for another
Lonely child
And when youve found another soul
Who sees into your own
Take good care of each other

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Journey of a body

When I fell
My mother wept for
The big boulder
Hit me on the head;
Soil was made red which
My mother’s tears washed;
Doctor’s medicine and mother’s benevolence
Cured me fast and made me fit.

Outside the house,
The vagaries of life
Fired insults and injuries
Inflicting indelible wounds;
Got the magic balm
In the touch of my mother;
Love embodied in my mother
Nothing could defeat me.

That time also came
My mother bid goodbye
To her body and her son
End of the world? End of me?
No, life went on;
With more assaults and more beatings
Injuries were green
Never found the cure

Heart started the strike
Asking for rest on alternating days
D-day arrived and my heart was relieved
Free from the past and straw for the present
I could see them taking me
Pushing the trolley into the incinerator
Mother was not there to balm my body
Oh! Nothing was left except the ash!

poem by Rajagopal Haran
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Like No Other...Mother

Mother...

Mother, who gave us her heart...her very soul.
Mother, who's understanding never wavered.
Mother, the one who dried our tears.
Mother, she lead us to the path of His Love.
Mother, who washed our cloths and cleaned the house.
Mother, who instilled confidence in her children.
Mother, who walked us to school.
Mother, who loved us like no other.
Mother, who quelled the anger within us.
Mother, who drove us to all our practices.
Mother, who never forgot our special occasions.
Mother, who protected her family, as a lion to a cub.
Mother, who always supported our father.
Mother, who scrimped and saved for our daily needs.
Mother, who was always the last to eat.
Mother, who was always the first to rise.
Mother, who cared for the animals.
Mother, a love that knew no limits.
Mother, who forever placed her family, before herself.
Mother, who was grateful, for every passing acknowledgement.
Mother, whose eyes shined, when she heard the words,
I love you mom.
Mother, who always saw the good in us.
Mother, who always taught us to never, never, give up.
Mother, who instilled in us, to be better.
Mother, who made us believe, we could accomplish anything.
Mother, mother...mother, you were like no other.

Mother, you will always remain, in our
hearts, in our deeds, in our thoughts,
in our lives and in our prayers.

Surely, beyond the stars, there's a special place for Mothers.

poem by Joe Fazio
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Mother...

Mother, who gave us her heart...her very soul.
Mother, who's understanding never wavered.
Mother, the one who dried our tears.
Mother, she lead us to the path of His Love.
Mother, who washed our cloths and cleaned the house.
Mother, who instilled confidence in her children.
Mother, who walked us to school.
Mother, who loved us like no other.
Mother, who quelled the anger within us.
Mother, who drove us to all our practices.
Mother, who never forgot our special occasions.
Mother, who protected her family, as a lion to a cub.
Mother, who always supported our father.
Mother, who scrimped and saved for our daily needs.
Mother, who was always the last to eat.
Mother, who was always the first to rise.
Mother, who cared for the animals.
Mother, a love that knew no limits.
Mother, who forever placed her family, before herself.
Mother, who was grateful, for every passing acknowledgement.
Mother, whose eyes shined, when she heard the words,
I love you mom.
Mother, who always saw the good in us.
Mother, who always taught us to never, never, give up.
Mother, who instilled in us, to be better.
Mother, who made us believe, we could accomplish anything.
Mother, mother...mother, you were like no other.

Mother, you will always remain, in our
hearts, in our deeds, in our thoughts,
in our lives and in our prayers.

Surely, beyond the stars, there's a special place for Mothers.

poem by Joe Fazio
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Mother...This ones' For You...

Mother, who gave us her heart...her very soul.
Mother, who's understanding never wavered.
Mother, the one who dried our tears.
Mother, she lead us to the path of His Love.
Mother, who washed our cloths and cleaned the house.
Mother, who instilled confidence in her children.
Mother, who walked us to school.
Mother, who loved us like no other.
Mother, who quelled the anger within us.
Mother, who drove us to all our practices.
Mother, who never forgot our special occasions.
Mother, who protected her family, as a lion to a cub.
Mother, who always supported our father.
Mother, who scrimped and saved for our daily needs.
Mother, who was always the last to eat.
Mother, who was always the first to rise.
Mother, who cared for the animals.
Mother, a love that knew no limits.
Mother, who forever placed her family, before herself.
Mother, who was grateful, for every passing acknowledgement.
Mother, whose eyes shined, when she heard the words,
I love you mom.
Mother, who always saw the good in us.
Mother, who always taught us to never, never, give up.
Mother, who instilled in us, to be better.
Mother, who made us believe, we could accomplish anything.
Mother, mother...mother, you were like no other.

Mother, you will always remain, in our
hearts, in our deeds, in our thoughts,
in our lives and in our prayers.

Surely, beyond the stars, there's a special place for Mothers.

poem by Joe Fazio
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An UnavoidAble Fate

My name is taylor
13 today horay
but from that dream
i can not stray
got a letter today
from my dad
it got me so mad
it said not to look for him
so i left my brother and mother
and went to find him

i didn't know i had a stalker
who followed me town to town
he was quite not much of a talker
and then i died no lie
and i woke up screaming for my life
i pulled my self from the hollow box
who said being in a cofin rocks

and so i carried on
find my father i did
he taught me many new things
fire earth water wind
a gift this power brings

and when i went out
i found my killer
but from above i fell in love
there was a dark side to him
and when he he said he loved me

time stood still
i didnt realise he was my kill
when he went back to his roots
i followed silenlty 3 years past
and im home at last

i'am 16 now
and walking alone
i found
my brother kye he's 13 now
by acident of cource
and he knew who i was
filled with love for him

dropped my gaurd i did
and next thing i knew
my lover found me and my brother
he took kye away made him pay
used him as bait i was the fish

i faught him and almost killed me
but my heart took over
and he got the chance
we faught some more in a dance
and when i had no strengh

my brother cried help me sister
plz oh why and curled in to a ball
crying in pain and as
he emerged a new power he gained
he jump from the rock water in hand
shot my lover down on to the land

i told my brother to stop
and he looked at me sad
i pulled my lover up
and said he was bad
i told him i loved him
and sent him to a place
where he will find no love or grace

so me and my brother crawled back to dad
told him our wish and told him we were sad
he frowned and said.......

what are you talking about your mothers not dead
WHAT me and my brother wisperd hand in hand
so come be with me beacuse this is my fated destiny

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Tears dropp

Tears dropped from my eyes
As the days passed by
It was painful yet so dear
I had to undergo it and bear

I remembered exactly when father was no more
It had jolted me and tore apart
The mother was still there to console
I heaved a sigh of relief with strong pole

As mother proved to be strong lady
There was felt no vacuum for the daddy
He had left no fortune but placed us in strong hand
Mother took the control and treated us like friends

We owed the body and soul to parents
It was true and very much apparent
We had learnt lessons of self sufficiency
Mother worked hard for us not to feel any deficiency

I remember and count critical moments
Mother stood firm and gave no vents
It was her heroic effort to keep us under fold
She taught us to be brave and bold

Today when I look back and open the memory
It all moves like movie with all impressions to carry
I move with all the scenes as if it has happened yesterday
It has ended with the nightmare in a day

We were hand to mouth for many days
We could find no respectful way
It required great struggle to survive
We too were determined for powerful drive

It did not break us from within
It was situation like no loss no wins
We had learnt a lot to stand fast
The situation was not to remain same till last

I have vivid memory and painful past
Even though it made us tough to stand fast
It had made us to forget and leave behind
There was to be left no trace to find

Though mother is not with me today
I have not forgotten those days
She was by all means an alert guard
To take us in strength and look forward

I have raised great empire with all means
She is there in all the corners and seen
It was her resolute stand that took us out of storm

She was as dedicated as before and fully informed
I shed tears not for being left alone
But her action to take us out from cyclone
Had she lost her courage and presence of mind
We would have been no where to find

Though God is great to take us to shore
We pray all those dear ones and adore
We can do nothing for their brave front
Only last glorious moments make us to confront

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Woman's Womb

Why woman is forced upon to bear a child?
Is it because she is so gracious and mild?
Is that whole universe is so proud of her stature?
Is she paramount factor that she cares not for her future?

If I go for any dictionary word in her praise, I won’t
It will be dropp of water from sea to be collected on boat
What world will be rewarding to honor her womb?
She has many secrets to reveal and to explode as bomb

How much dishonor she retains to face the world?
How much disregard we may with attitude so cold?
Does she ever complain anybody what suffering she is passing into?
I am afraid there is no answer to be exactly correct or true

How is that she is called upon to sacrifice first
Why man is never blamed and stands always last?
He has always considered her as instrument for lust
Why not he is forced to undergo punishment just?

Preference for womanhood to protect man from embarrassment
Insults to be borne all the times and face crisis any moment
Rapprochement with a child with status of single mother
Who is to be blamed, take note or sincerely bother?

Mother in all forms are adorable and needs proper care
No one should violate her modesty or simply dare
Birth place for all mankind till the world lasts
Performing bad acts under the disguise or mast

World may wake up to the hard facts and reality
They may see the reason behind with its futility
It is restoration of respect for mother’s wishes
May prefer death to life before she ends up or finishes

Even God has chosen to be a child of mother
She has been glorified all the times but not father
We may go to the extent of granting her sacred place
No one on earth can unset her or replace

Is there any compulsion to go for anguish and enduring pain?
Is it not futile attempt to malign her or to slain?
We have done enough to push her to gallows
Promises made with good words never to follow

It will be human tragedy if we fail to accord holy status
All achievements will bear no mark and considered as minus
We can’t be failed for the simple reason of cowardice act
What have we to offer honestly and unreasonably to react?

It will be great tribute to all mothers who have suffered
Undergone all treacherous treatment and not single word uttered
I feel pinch of salt at heart and wish to bow head
Few good lines from my side in honor to be read

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sacred relation

"What on earth can be called sacred relation"?
One friend parried a direct question
"Why the query all of sudden"?
I was not prepared to answer even

He had lost mother recently
He was keeping quiet but asked gently
I understood pain from his eyes
Even though the death of his mother was long gone by

Right from the conception she is aligned with child
Her nature undergoes change and remains mild
Everybody takes special care of her
First happy moment is shared by sister

The family is heavily loaded with movement
The child is expected at any moment
Everybody at home is right on toe
Only the word is awaited with the signal "go"

Mother has no more reason to worry
Whole world is on her steps to carry
She has complete time to spend after child
Even after child troubles her or goes wild

Such beautiful mother is heavenly gift on earth
Attachment is such that we don't forget even after her death
The sadness on part of friend was easily understood
I decided to console him and firmly stood by

I knew by folk tales that mother was no less than goddess
You can see entire world in her or on face
If world has to owe anything to any one
Then mother stands the only chance and none else

I too became sentimental along with him and cried
I put maximum words to console him and earnestly tried
He was quiet reasonable but carried away by memory
He felt so sad and had certain reasons to worry

I feel irritated at the news of mother's death
If that really happens to me then what aftermath!
I found no answer and winked at the blue sky
The birds were returning home for next day to fly

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Who Helen Was

She wasn't a singer or some movie star
She was in my heart, that place now a scar
She didn't win awards or gain any fame
She's in heaven now, there are those at blame
Her life was so sad from begining to end
But she was always, considered my friend
They abused her so much and took all she had
I loved her always, good times and bad
I tried to move her out of that horrible place
The angels took her home, only by gods grace
Her life was tormented for so many years
She's free now and i'm left with so many tears
What could i have done to make it better
They will know her name, that's why this letter
They took her dignity and self respect
This is one debt that god will collect
You can't destroy god's children and still be free
At judgement day, you'll pay a great fee
She's gone from this life to a better place
When the angels come i'll see her face
They cannot hurt her anymore
With eagle wings she'll finally soar
Helen was my precious mother
All that's left is my sister and brother
Your day is coming mother dear
And those who hurt you have much to fear
Vengeance is mine said the lord
He will strike down with his mighty sword
So once more mother, i will say good night
Rest easy my sweet, it's no longer your fight!

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Hair and hustle

Dear can you help me for a while?
asked apologetically for a good smile,
’No’ replied a friend, keeping distance mile,
worries all around so can’t smile,

Hounded by worries, sick for while,
how can I offer even forced smile,
pain in her voice Keeping her mild,
mind seized with thought for her child,

She was extremely sorry,
could not afford luxury as money was worry,
situation was tense and she was in hurry,
Mind not working and hand hitting with furry,

I Will do anything for sick child,
can’t remain quite so mild,
I will have to find some means and way,
Still have no hope and no more say,

’hair’ and ‘hustle’ is answer,
What? Hair and hustle,
what is all this about?
Fumed at answer asked, what is this all about? I asked

Explain it dear nothing going in head,
simple may be lines but can not read,
what do they and what it stand for?
Is that all meaning which they stood for?

Raged at the meaning, hair and hustle stood for,
asked again why? What really they meant?
Hair is just trimming as it is learnt,
Hustle is nothing but only business

I have no option but go for child care,
what is meaning hustle and what about hair,
they loose charm and stand nothing,
I may go for it if offered something,

Life of child is so dear
Pain may be more but I may bear,
Many stories appear and I also hear,
child should get care life I fear,

Child if suffers, I will be broke,
can’t bear any such more stroke,
So do not offer any more joke,
Even get angry if some one poke,

Hustle” I found as prostitute,
So mean word and not good substitute,
It was clever ploy on her part not tell truth,
Situation as warranted life not smooth

I remained restless and night whole awoke,
Packets after packets finished for smoke,
Hustle means selling body as she told,
I could not decide whether move was bold,

I learnt later life was living hell,
She did not find as means well,
I was not ready and also not willing,
But helpless as today soul I am killing

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mother and I wept

Here is the incidence, very true of its kind and, has taken place in my life. In one place mother wept for me and in the second place I wept.Both has no bearing on each other but since it was between mother and son, I thought of it putting it to a general public for view.

I joined Indian Air Force much to the dislike of whole family. My brother was living just 120 km. away from my native place and I was just informed to report to the recruiting office for medical check up and tests. When I reached office, and much to my dismay, it was very brief and we were given clearance and instructed to report to the training centre at Bangalore.

After completion of training at Bangalore, I got posting at capital city of India, New Delhi. After brief stay at Delhi, I was given first leave to visit home town. Mother was so happy to see me alive as if I was never coming back alive to the village. But as days drew nearer and I was to go back to my unit, mother became restless and all the times she used to shed tears in the corner. One I was sleeping in the after noon and suddenly I felt that some wet thing was falling on my forehead. I got up to see that mother was whipping, and when asked, she replied that how I will be doing in the defense set up since no body had gone from our family so far. I too became emotional but still regained the composure and counseled mother. Such was deep love from mother to a son.

Mother died while I was in service. I couldn’t remain present at the funeral ceremony because it almost took 24 hours to reach home and it was custom that dead body was not to be kept beyond certain hours. She was cremated but had unfulfilled desire in her mind. So in the night, she appeared in the dream and asked promise from me not to do at least one thing in whole life. I asked 'why, mom, you want such promise' from me. She replied that as such I was not smoking in my life, so you take vow not to smoke throughout life. Even at the end of the days also, mother remembered that I was non-smoker. I wept continuously and there was no body to wipe my tears.

Both the incidences have no bearing on each other but certain things you realize when person is no more with you. It is pure love and affection that bonds you to gather and you never miss those moments when get time and memory cross your mind.

In today’s time, such warmth and feeling has disappeared altogether. We live in the changed scenario but in my belief still there may be similar cases taking place but not coming to the light.

“Mom, I love you” can only be my tributary words

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sons Faith, Mothers Pride And Pain

She stood looking down into the empty
Ground where her son would find his resting place.
Recalling her pride and joy, as he grew up
From a baby boy.
How he dreamt of things to come
As he played out in the sun
How he would walk with his head held high
And how she stood by his side.

He would always talk of how
he was destined to help others
And how his life would change
For every step had been pre-arranged.
He talked of things to come
And how it would be done.

He would say: there are many of us
Destined for greatness
but in different kinds of ways.
We just have to thank GOD and
get down on our knees and pray.

Many times I would ask: son! Why do you talk so!
And he would reply: many things we do not know.
But everything will be revealed in its
Proper time and place, and we will be blessed
By the LORDS holy grace.

The changes will not be world wide, and will
Be done a little at a time.
The same as GOD made everything in six days
And on the seventh he rested
So will our faith be tested.
You had always said that there are three things
In life. HOPE, FAITH, AND LOVE.
And one cannot exist without the other two
This was taught to me by you.
You had shown me the power and strength
In HOPE, FAITH, AND LOVE
By your belief in GOD above.
You have made me who I am today
And I thank GOD every day.

Some may see the glass as half full
And some may see it as half empty
I see it as a life of plenty.
You was put here as my mother to teach.
And I was put here as your son to learn.
And in my mind your lessons did burn.

And when it’s time for me to go
In your heart you will know
That I was destined to roam these skies
And to touch the heart of man
In every way that I can.

She recalled the words that he had said to her.
Mother! Why do you worry so?
You have instilled in me FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE
In my heart- and in CHRIST I’ve become a big part.

As they brought the casket to his final resting place
Everyone stood in amazement and awe
To what they had just saw.
she pulled back her shoulders and with
A smile on her face, she nodded to the priest
To give the last rites.

She stood with pride as they lowered the casket
Into the ground.
She stood with pride without making a sound.
She knew he was where he was destined to be
As the beautiful spirit flying free.
Everyone felt a chill, and they all looked around.
For they all knew “ he was heaven bound”.

poem by Louis Rams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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Sons Faith, Mothers Pride And Joy