The Sobbing Child
Tentively I touch
The sobbing child
Will he flinch
Will he run
Will he deny his mother’s love
A tear trickles down my cheek
Morning for the loss
Does he even know
How much he means to me
Does he even know
How much I care
My pain is real, the agony just kills
Knowing he has walked away
From hands out stretched
Waiting to comfort my child
And protect him from the world
That lays barren in his heart
He may not believe in God
Hey may not know that I care
But I wait with baited breath
For his safe return
To be held close to heart
In his mothers loving arms.
poem by Kaila George
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The Beauty of a Mother
The beauty of a woman starts
When her womb begins to grow
The child that she'll give birth
Soon will call her, “my mother”
The beauty of a mother reigns
When her arms cradle her child
And her charm shines within
Her heart full of love and care
The beauty of mother un-fades
When her hands guide her child
In all places walking side by side
To protect her child from danger
The beauty of a mother is her brain
To teach her child to read and write
To let the child know the difference
Of what is wrong and what is right
The beauty of a mother is her act
To treat her child without compare
To list none of whatsoever is best
For her child is the gem of her life
Then the beauty of mother reflects
From the eyes of her child in return
To respect, love, and care for her
When age and time set them apart
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Child In Your Arms
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
I know it's hard to understand
Why I was taken from your hands
One day we'll meet again
Mother and father hand in hand
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Pick a star in the sky
And see the twinkle in my eye
As I send you my love
From heavens above
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
All the new mothers above
Giving their love
To the new born child
In heavens above
Mother father watch over me
And jesus will watch over you
I feel your love in heavens above
I'll see you here
When it's your time to come
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Oh mummy dear
I see you and daddy so near
My life as just begun
In heavens above
So don't be afraid to live your life
Be glad and happy to what comes to you
I'll keep you safe as I watch over you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Child in your arms
Will always love you
Sweet child in heaven
Sleep in peace
I hope you see all you want to see
Be who you want to be
God bless
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Embraced in the arms of your love
Your arms of love enfold around me
and embrace me in passion so warmly
They entwine me with great emotion
Expressing your love and your devotion
I feel like a child so secure and so safe
Locked inside your sweet loving embrace
Safely enfolded in your loving charms
Held tightly and tenderly in your arms
They bring me so close to you loving heart
Oh Love of my desires nothing us shall part
I feel the strength of your love for me
When held by your arms so passionately
Outstretched so wide your love to display
'I love you so much' is what they say
With the same desire I wrap my arms round you
Cocoon you in my embrace as all lovers do
Though loved as a child in a large family
I never thought that love like ours could be
I had such low expectations of loves ability
Thought it weakened when stretched to capacity
You refused to accept any limitations on love
And showed me affection from heaven above
I have never experienced such love like this
It is a love like Christ's and as strong as His
So vast and wide and so freely given
Embracing my soul and lifting it to heaven
With enough love left over for others to share
Reaching out to them in loving care
Let's wrap ourselves in loves embrace
and lose ourselves in this love of grace
Love that will never let each other go
Love that will endure life's test and grow
Resting in the warmth of this love that's ours
Secure in the knowledge of its hidden powers
No matter what happens we're safe in the Lord
For underneath are the everlasting arms of God
Just let Go
I knew of torment once
so long ago, was that me back then
suffering in pain, I was forced to do things
I could never remember
I was forced to be someone
outside of my own
I don’t like to say
or remember back then
how it hurt me to even just breath
the agony you feel the pain unreal
how can a child bear witness
to this torment and pain
to be torn into two
like a rag doll of old
the memories are real
they made me a women of today
but to block out the terror
the screams and hands
that lay waste to my soul
its more than I can bare
its more than I can say
how to make you understand
the innocence of a child
taken from them without remorse
without regret and the child not knowing
she was too young to know
of the horrors drawn from her that day
not understanding she would live
she would breath only to live her life
like a zombie instead
but the torture of living
and breathing each day
was something she learned
alone in the dark never really knowing
all she had to do was reach out and touch
loved ones and friends
So where do you say
you know agony and pain
have you lived through a year
of torture and pain
Have you been held so tight
you can’t breathe you can’t move
you move to your left your crushed real tight
you move to your right your crushed tighter still
then a hand covers mouth
stopping you to scream or shout
then hear every day don’t tell or be dead
I’ve walked away from this memory of old
and I've learnt to be strong
and just let it go
poem by Kaila George
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Happy Mother's Day
O Mary, Mother of God,
You are my everlasting Mother,
You help me and protect every one of us,
Whatever it might be, unlike other;
O Mother dear,
You are my most beloved Mother,
With your two hands you did so much,
It is beyond any words thinkable.
Comfort thy O Mother,
And endeavor to do,
What is conducive to
The happiness of her heart.
O Mother, Mary
Give us all the blessings and unconditional love,
Taking care of us all the time,
Thank you so much, O Mother Mary.
Mothers around the world,
The burden and suffering you carry are so great,
They beat every Guinness Book world records made,
But you know your responsibilities have not ended yet.
Be sure to enjoy this joyous day,
For love is poured especially for you,
Cherish and remember this wonderful day,
For you all are the greatest mothers.
May God Bless All Mothers on Earth;
Happy Mother’s Day to Our Beloved mothers.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Loving Pain
Can you love when your heart is so cold
Love on your lips and lies in your eyes unfold
You’ve convoluted the truth of what is real
How can you love when you don’t want to heal
Your pain is your lover now cant you see
Your pain you have discovered keeps you free
If you share your pain with me vulnerable you will be
To vulnerable to concede that love is something you need
Let me touch you let me kiss you gently in that spot
Where they cut and poisoned the wound still burning hot
It’s not a matter of trust or you would run to my arms
It’s a matter of keeping close the pain that causes you harm
You caress your pain it belongs only to you
You exchange the shame for strength and truth
The unknown your fear the pain is near and dear
Every tear it becomes clear year after countless tears
I don’t care if you lie to me I can read between the lines
I don’t care if you care or not I care I wont deny
And when you let me in to tend and mend your pain
Gently caressing, kissing your pain because I too live in vain
poem by Jay Curster
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When a Child Has Been Told
When a child has been told
Never shed a tear
The small child can only
Every bow their head in fear
And hope and pray they
Don't come back to silence them
They often live in fear
They learn not to cry
When a child has been told
Keep a secret
For if they do they will be punished
For telling lies
They bow their head in fear
Hoping they will not
Come back and take their life
They learn not to speak
When a child has been told
Close your eyes
All they can do is tremble
As the touch of evil hands
Slowly destroys their soul
Never to burn again
They learn not to care
When a child has been told
No one really care's
They sit alone and ponder
Will anyone believe?
If I just spoke
If I just shed a tear
Will anyone really care?
They learn not to feel
All I ask of you now
Is let them speak
Let them cry
Because it means they are alive
poem by Kaila George
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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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Give your child a Heart.
Give your child a heart, Oh, Mother
Give your child a heart.
Heart that makes them kind
Oh, Mother, heart that rules the mind.
Give your child a heart, Oh, Mother
Give your child a heart.
Heart that makes them wise
Oh, Mother, heart that fights the vice.
Give your child a heart, Oh, Mother
Give your child a heart.
Heart that tells them to care
Oh, Mother, heart that tells them to share.
Give your child a heart, Oh, Mother
Give your child a heart.
Heart that nourishes the hurt
Oh, Mother, heart that consoles the heart.
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posted on 14-06-2008
Copyright ©®2008, Palas Kumar Ray. All rights reserved.
poem by Palas kumar Ray
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Poem for a mother whose lost her son
I held him safe within my womb
And kissed him in the birthing room
I held his hand in sickness too
And now I don't know what to do
My son, my child, my flesh and bone
Has died and left me all alone
And in the night when no one sees
I cry and end up on my knees
I cry to God and ask Him why
My precious son he had to die
And when the morning light appears
That's one more night I've spent in tears
And as the years they slip away
I learn to live just day by day
I turn to God who was so far
I look to where the answers are
I put my hand into His hand
He pulls me up and now I stand
I hear my Father say to me
'My Son He died upon a tree
I know the pain that mothers feel
When life turns black and robs and steals
And takes a portion of your heart
And tears your very soul apart'
Oh Lord I pray, please make me whole
Replace the joy that life has stole
This pain, this loss, is part of me
But still I'm longing to be free
I choose to walk out through the door
And melancholy reigns no more
I leave behind the shades of grey
To walk in light, to kneel and pray
' Come to me child, I've heard your cry
I saw your tears when your child died
Rest in me and find your peace
Replace your pain and find release'
Despite the fact we had to part
You still live on within my heart
There'll never be a day go by
A tear wont fall from your mother's eye
poem by Frank McEleny
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Evil Will Prevail
With loving hands and their arms are stretched so wide they cant
Seem to take a breath knowing evil will prevail, and a million people
Seems
Like a lot, and a million people cant be wrong...
With loving smiles, and their mouths are stretched so wide they cant
Even
Take a breath, knowing evil will prevail, and the magic bullet is the
Glowing mother ship, and the mother zaps you dead...
With loving hands knowing evil will prevail
Knowing evil will prevail
Knowing that evil will prevail
Knowing evil will prevail
Knowing that evil will always win...
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Lord Protect My Child
For his age, hes wise
Hes got his mothers eyes
Theres gladness in his heart
Hes young and hes wild
My only prayer is, if I cant be there,
Lord, protect my child
As his youth now unfolds
He is centuries old
Just to see him at play makes me smile
No matter what happens to me
No matter what my destiny
Lord, protect my child
While the world is asleep
You can look at it and weep
Few things you find are worthwhile
And though I dont ask for much
No material things to touch
Lord, protect my child
Hes young and on fire
Full of hope and desire
In a world thats been raped, raped and defiled
If I fall along the way
And cant see another day
Lord, protect my child
Therell be a time I hear tell
When all will be well
When God and man will be reconciled
But until men lose their chains
And righteousness reigns
Lord, protect my child
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Song: XI
Mother, mother, do you not hear?
Mother, they come; there is news to tell!
– Give me your hands, my daughter dear:
'Tis but a ship that saileth well.
Mother dear, have a care, give heed!
–They go, my daughter, away they speed.
Mother, the danger is sore, alas!
– Child, my child, it will quickly pass.
Mother, mother, She draweth near!
– It is down in the harbour, daughter dear.
Mother, mother, She opens the door!
– Child, they go, to return no more.
Mother, She enters! I am afraid!
– Child, they now have the anchor weighed.
Mother, I hear Her speaking low.
– Child, my child, it is they that go.
Mother, She makes the stars go dark!
– Child, 'tis the sails of a shadowy bark.
Mother, She knocks at the casement still!
– Child, maybe it is fastened ill. . . .
Mother, mother, my sight grows dim. . . .
– Child, they sail for the open sea.
On every hand I can hear but Him. . . .
– O child, what is it, and who is He?
poem by Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck
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The Creator And A Barren Woman
A barren woman had been praying for a child for long,
Then after many years without hope the Creator heard her prayers;
Then the Creator said to her: 'A year today you will give birth'.
This is the story of the Creator and a barren woman:
A year after the barren woman gave birth to a child.
Now, she started to complain again to the Creator;
Because, she has no time to take care of the child.
'Oh, i am too tired of taking care of this child';
And the Creator was very patience.
'Oh, i cannot take care of this child any longer';
And the Creator was very patience again.
'Oh, i have given my husband a child but i cannot take care of him';
This child was a son and then, the Creator said to the woman:
'When you were baren you did cried out for a child but,
Now that you've got one you also crying daily for his upkeep';
'Well, the wants of mankind are many and mankind is NOT satisfied'.
Yes, we are all living on this earth;
With stories and the things that we see around us;
But mankind is really NOT satisfied, whether barren or with a child.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Precious Moments of Mothering
Here inside this church
We sat on the same pew.
While others focused
their eyes at the front aisle
and towards the pulpit,
here beside me, I found
this woman cuddling
her own baby.
She held her child
close to her bosom,
hugged her
with all her warmth,
whispered words
to her ears
and drowned her child
with her loving smiles.
The child giggled,
closed her eyes and slept,
secured and contented
in her mother's robust arms
cuddled and assured
of a peaceful world.
Here beside this woman
I remembered my three girls
who now have moved out
to manage their own life.
Here on a Sunday in this church
I journeyed to the past days.
This woman's hugging
her own child
This mother's enfolding
her child by her two
strong arms
This mother's peace
while holding her child
touched deeply my heart.
Silently tears ran through
my cheeks as silent whispers
of such a great wave of emotions
of missing my own children
while recalling the precious moments
of mothering a child.
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poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Loss Of A Child
The loss of a child
Is barren and cold
Not feeling any more
The movement in life
There are no words
Or comfort that can sooth
A mother that morns
The loss of their child
Still yet to be born
Leaves you barren and empty
Forlorn and cold
You weep for maybes
Of what was yet to be
We close our eyes often
And dream of what ifs
Or maybes things in life
We will surely miss
All we can do
Is move on in our lives
And hope what we had
Will enrich our lives
poem by Kaila George
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The Heart, The Child, The World
Out in the world, the child
cries for the mother
as the wound cries for salt
as the lover cries
for her unrequited lover
as the ice cries out
for melting in the spring.
My heart is a spring
that pumps red blood.
I would give my child,
my girl child, my daughter
the vision of a mother
who does not flinch
when the heavy heel of man
comes down,
who loves the penis
when it pumps rich red blood
but values the wholeness
of her heart
above that battering organ,
that dumb implement,
which can so easily turn
from kind to cruel.
My heart is out in the world
like an orphan howling
on a street corner.
I want a warm, safe place
to hide my books, my child,
my heart
that is scarred,
seamed like a belly
which has given birth
to an imperious baby Caesar
but still,
despite its bursting fullness,
poem by Erica Jong
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Child Of My Life
Child of my life
Close your eyes
Sleep tight
No one can hurt you
Your in heaven now
Where the angels
Will love you
Child of my life
How I miss you
Each day that goes by
I miss you even more
But I know the angels
Will love you
Child of my life
How I miss you
Lord why did you take my child
He never hurt you
Why didn't you take me
Like I begged you to
Child of my life
I die inside
When I think of the years of pain
I saw in your eyes
Child of my life
Close your eyes
Sleep tight
When you wake up in heaven
I will be there to comfort you
I wish I could explain
why god took you
Maybe the angels will tell you
Child of my life
I can't live in this world
Without you
I will come to you
When you wake up in heaven
I will be there to comfort you
Child of my life
How I miss you
I will see you soon
In the memory of
Stefan kiszko and his loving mother
One of the worst miscarriages of
Justice ever
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Mom
Mom
The pain you have caused needs to stop
And it will stop, very easily will it stop
I don’t want you nor need you in my life
Do you not think you have cause enough?
Enough to the heart and to the soul.
So this is my goodbye.
I am tired of crying and all the pain
You caused all of this
Mom
You are not supposed to be my friend
You are not supposed to be someone there
You are my mother
What did I do to deserve a mother like you?
You don’t care
If you did you would come visit me
Instead of paying to kill your child
I cannot believe you did this to me
Mom
What kind of mother are you
Killing your child
Why didn’t you kill me then
Why didn't you give me up?
I do not know what to think about everything
As a child I have been through a lot.
Mom
Does it occure to you that a child shouldn't be going through this.
Years later AI am still broken
I hurt like hell
Yet you don't see it.
Wait a minute how could you see it
When you don't see me
Mom
Think about that
You do not see me
And you never will.
poem by Makayla Straight
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Mother, I May Have Been A Naughty Child
Mother, I may have been a naughty child,
But I am your child nevertheless!
You own the world, mother, you are the queen of the world,
And look at me, I go about in the habit of a beggar.
You are bent on neglecting me,
But I love you anyway, it is you, only you that I call upon.
Just as a child runs to his mother even after she has scolded him,
So do I run to you.
How could you push me away from you, mother,
You are my mother, are you not?
Oh, why did you cast me away, mother,
Leave me to play in the dust?
I would have been a better child,
Had only you been a little more kind to me.
I am sad and angry, mother,
I shall go away anywhere my eyes and my feet take me to.
I do not care now whether i live or die now, mother,
I am going away.
poem by Kazi Nazrul Islam
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